The Scent of Old Paper

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I remember the smell of the shop first—vanilla, damp earth, and the metallic tang of the subway grate just outside the door. Elias's bookstore was a narrow slice of chaos wedged between a Starbucks and a luxury condo in Midtown Manhattan. Elias was a man made of fragments. He had Alzheimer's, which meant his mind was a library where the index cards had been scattered by a storm. Some days he...

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