What the Kitchen Made Her
The fish market at the Fulton Terminal was a monument to abundance and decay, and Marcus Okonkwo walked through it every morning at four-thirty, when the city was still dark and the only light came from the naked bulbs that hung over the stalls. He was a buyer for a midtown restaurant that no longer existed—or rather, existed in a form that Marcus could barely recognize as the place he had...
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