The Concrete Ritual
Modern Manhattan is a grid of glass and steel, a place where everything is measured in square footage and billable hours. I was Kai, a product of this efficiency, a boy who felt the crushing weight of the city's expectations like a physical pressure on my chest. I didn't want to succeed; I wanted to feel something. I had loved Mia. She was a flicker of chaos in a world of order, a girl who wore...
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