The Final Tick

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The Final Tick

The rain in New York didn't wash anything away; it only smeared the grime of the city into a grey blur. I sat in the back of a black sedan, the leather smelling of expensive tobacco and old secrets. I am a "Cleaner." When the city's elite make a mistake—a dead body in a hotel room, a leaked document, a ruined reputation—I make it disappear. My edge was the Tick. A neurological implant, a...

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