The Watcher's Paradox
The rain in Manhattan didn't just fall; it dissolved the city into a series of grey, overlapping reflections. Jack sat in the back of a nondescript black sedan, the glow of his tablet illuminating a face that had become a map of professional exhaustion. He was a "Cleaner" for the Agency—the man they sent when a high-value asset went rogue and the cleanup needed to be surgical. His target was...
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