Manhattan Queue and the Eye of Truth
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Manhattan wasn't awake yet, but a side street off Fifth Avenue already was, and running a fever. Three in the morning. The cold air was like a damp cloth, wiping over the bare trees and the hurried night-returners. Yet, here gathered a long dragon—a dragon composed of down jackets, coffee cups, yawns, and whispers—snaking for a full two blocks. They were all waiting, waiting for an electronics store, not yet open, with a decor so minimalist it bordered on cold. The target? A camera from China, called "Phoenix Eye."