The Silent Observer of 5th Avenue

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I remember the smell of the rain on the hot asphalt of Manhattan—a scent of ozone and old iron. I do not have a name that humans can pronounce, but they called me 'The Stranger' when I first appeared in the alleyway behind a small, dusty pharmacy on the edge of the Upper East Side. I remember the touch of Eli's hands. They were rough, calloused by the grinding of herbs and the lifting of heavy...

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