The Latent Heat of Duty
Benjamin Ross had spent his life in a steady state. Not the steady state of ambition or achievement or even contentment, but the steady state of maintenance—the quiet, invisible equilibrium of keeping things from falling apart. He was fifty-five years old and had been a taxi driver in Manhattan for twenty-three years, and in all that time he had never once been fired or promoted or noticed. He...
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