The Parameter of Self
The Department of Urban Logistics in New York was a cathedral of beige. Beige walls, beige carpets, beige souls. Leo had spent twelve years in a cubicle that felt like a padded cell, processing permits for sewage lines and zoning variances. He was the same Leo he had always been—a man of average height, average intelligence, and an average capacity for boredom. Then he found the Slider. It...
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