The Constant in the Noise

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I remember the smell of the basement—a mixture of damp concrete, old newspapers, and the metallic scent of the space heater that always threatened to burn the house down. Mr. Harrison didn't look like a savior. He was a small, frail man with a voice that sounded like dry leaves skittering across a sidewalk. I was seventeen, a kid from the Bronx with a chip on my shoulder and a future that...

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