The Green Light Summer: The Paradox of the Perfect Mirror
James O'Connor entered New York City from the New Cassanck agricultural colony like a man stepping into a centrifuge. He was twenty-five, carrying a leather-bound notebook of verses and a mother's final, haunting directive: "Find a love that matches the size of your soul, James." To him, the city was a predatory organism, a neon labyrinth designed to dissolve any identity not forged in steel....
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