The Five of Mott Street
I. The grocery store smelled like canned beans and floor wax, the particular combination of scents that meant someone had been standing in the same room for forty years and nothing had changed. Nick O'Sullivan sat on the stool behind the counter, swinging his legs because they didn't reach the floor, and watched Mr. Calloway count change into a tin cup. Outside, the demolition crew was already...
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