The Price of a Life
In New York, mercy is a currency, and most people are bankrupt. Sam was a legal assistant at a mid-sized firm, a man who lived in the margins of other people's triumphs, spending his nights filing motions and his days drinking lukewarm coffee in a cubicle that felt like a coffin. He found Victor on a rainy Tuesday in October. Victor had been thrown from a car in a hit-and-run, lying in a gutter...
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