The Last Ticket to Eden
The rain in New York didn't just fall; it judged. It washed over the neon-lit canyons of the city, blurring the line between the penthouse gods and the gutter saints. Marcus Thorne sat in the back of a black sedan, watching the chaos of the "Selection" through tinted glass. He was a man of whispers and handshakes, a political broker who knew the exact price of every soul in the city. The world...
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