The Third Brother
The bell above the door of the apartment building on Clinton Street rang with a sound like a cough. Daniel Roth heard it from his desk in the lobby, where he was reading the newspaper and pretending not to watch the tenants come and go. He always watched them come and go. It was his job, in a way. Not the official job—he was the superintendent, which meant he fixed leaks and emptied the trash...
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