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... Street looked nothing like I had imagined.
First, I had to find a carriage willing to take me. That took twenty minutes and three refusals. Until the fourth, an old man with a face like cracked leather, agreed only after I offered him five times the usual fare.
The ride was long and jostling, the wheels rattling over cobblestones that had not been repaired since the war. Nassau Street was narrow, and dark, the buildings leaning toward each other like they were sharing secrets. ...
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