The Eye in the Concrete

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I remember the taste of oil and the smell of old rain. I lived in the dark, in the veins of Brooklyn, where the water is a soup of chemicals and lost things. I was a thing of scales and light, a mistake of evolution or a gift from a forgotten sea. Then came the hook. It was a clumsy thing, smelling of rust and human sweat. I was pulled upward, through the narrow throat of the concrete well,...

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