The Novelist's Prophecy

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The sky turned the color of a bruised plum at four in the morning, and Max Goldberg was the only person in Brooklyn who knew it was supposed to be impossible. He knew because he had written it. Three weeks earlier, in a fit of drunken inspiration and desperate ambition, he had typed the sentence: "The sky turned the color of a bruised plum, and New York City held its breath." It was meant to be...

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