The Courier's Ghost
(Style B1: New York Realism) The sky over Manhattan was the color of a bruised plum, heavy with the threat of a storm that never quite broke. For Tom, a bicycle courier with a permanent tan from the city's smog and a chronic ache in his lower back, the world was a series of grids and deadlines. He didn't care about the high-finance wars or the geopolitical tremors; he cared about the...
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