The Goldstein Contract
PART I I came back to New York on a Tuesday in March 1947. The train pulled into Grand Central Terminal and I stood on the platform with my army duffel bag and a discharge paper that said I was dead and a photograph of a woman I didn't know and a city that felt like a place I'd been before but couldn't remember. The thing about coming home from the war is nobody tells you the hardest part isn't...
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