The Daywalker
Nick Farrell had been driving a taxi in Manhattan for fifteen years. Fifteen years of picking up drunk businessmen at 3 AM, of listening to tourists ask where Times Square was, of watching the city change around him while he sat in the same cracked leather seat, same steering wheel, same radio that only played old jazz. He knew New York the way a priest knows a cathedral. Every pothole, every...
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