The Golden Hour (V-06)

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The Bronx in 1976 was a symphony of sirens and shouting, a place where the asphalt steamed even in October. I remember the smell of the city—burnt rubber, old garbage, and the sweet, heavy scent of my father's cheap cigars. My father was a big man, but he seemed to be shrinking. He spent a lot of time staring at the ceiling of our apartment, his face a map of lines that looked like dried...

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