THE DAWN OF PROGRESS
The track at Columbia University smelled of damp earth and possibility. Jack McCoy stood at the starting line in shoes that had been patched with duct tape three times. His socks were thin enough to see through. Around him, the other runners wore uniforms with university logos, expensive running shoes with visible air cushions, compression sleeves that probably cost more than Jack's father made...
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