The Puppet Master of Life

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2026-06-08 02:30:42 -

The rain in New York never really cleans the city; it just moves the grime from one street to another. I watched the droplets race down the window of my office on the 80th floor, thinking about the man currently lying on my operating table. He was a Senator from New York, a man who spoke of family values and traditional morality on television. But in the same breath, he had authorized the...

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