It was early morning in New York’s Chinatown. Shortly before dawn would break, and the sun would gradually rise and shine, the sunlight shining in Chinatown’s narrow streets and alleyways. On this day Mott Street was quiet, a Chinatown quiet which meant the dark street was more or less empty, expect for a few passersby heading off to work before dawn, o…
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