The Collective Clause
I. The scaffolding was three hundred feet above the street and Jack Callahan was thirty stories higher than that, standing on a plank that felt thinner every day. The wind up there did not smell like Brooklyn. It smelled like nothing at all, which was the most frightening thing Jack had ever noticed. Below him, Midtown stretched out in every direction, a city of glass and steel and glass under...
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