The Soul Market
In the rain-slicked alleys of New York, there is a market that doesn't sell gold or drugs. It sells "Essence." My name is Leo. I grew up in the shadow of the skyscrapers, watching my younger sister, Mia, waste away from a degenerative nerve disease. The doctors called it incurable. The Market called it a "transactional opportunity." The Market is a place where the desperate trade pieces of...
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