The Catalyst of Callahan Street
Vincent Callahan poured the whiskey with a steady hand, which was fortunate because the hand was shaking only slightly, and in the basement speakeasy behind his butcher shop on East 47th Street, anything that suggested vulnerability was treated as a death sentence. The glass caught the light from a single bulb swinging overhead, and for a moment Vincent watched the amber liquid settle, thinking...
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