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The Memory Tax In the glass towers of Manhattan, memory was the only currency that mattered. Marcus was a climber, a man whose ambition was a physical hunger. He didn't want money; he wanted the absolute peak of human performance. He found the solution in a small, unmarked clinic in the Meatpacking District. The drug was called Lethe-X. It didn't give you knowledge; it gave you focus. By...
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