The Sweetest Victory
The Sweetest Victory I. The bell above the door of Golden Bowl chimed at precisely noon, which was the kind of precision Marcus Chen appreciated in a world that had never been precise for him. He stood behind the counter, wiping down the already-clean surface with a rag that had seen better decades, listening to the hum of Harlem on a Tuesday afternoon. A woman walked in, and the hum...
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