The Catalyst City
Vincent Corleone Moretti stood on the fire escape of his Chicago apartment building and watched the L trains carve their iron arcs across the night sky, their headlights leaving phosphorus trails that faded the way promises do in this city, the way promises fade when the man who made them is sitting on a fire escape at two in the morning drinking whiskey from a glass that had belonged to his...
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