The Architect of Hours
The city of New York is a ledger of power, and for a long time, I was just a footnote in its margins. I remember the man I used to be—a stuttering accountant in a polyester suit, a man who apologized for taking up space. I spent ten years calculating the depreciation of assets for men who viewed people as liabilities. But I found the glitch. The longevity market wasn't based on biology; it was...
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