The Green Clinic
The key to the building on Seventh Avenue was heavier than Marcus Green expected. It hung on a ring with three others—keys to mailboxes, to a storage locker, to a safety deposit box at the Harlem State Bank. This key was different. It was iron, old, with teeth worn smooth by decades of use. It opened the door to what used to be a pharmacy and was now, as of that Tuesday in October 1924, the...
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