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Chapter Twenty-Four: Ethan’s Fracture

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I took the subway home.

Not a car, not a cab, not the car service my father had arranged to be available to me for the evening. The subway, because the subway was the one place in this city where nobody expected anything from you and you could sit inside the noise and the motion and let the thing you were carrying move through you without having to perform any particular relationship to it.

I got on at Fifty-Third and rode it six stops further than I needed to and then came back.

The gala had c
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