The Flatline Observer
Mike sold newspapers at the corner of 42nd and Broadway, a spot where the city's noise reached a fever pitch and the air tasted of exhaust and burnt pretzels. He was a man of invisibility, a human fixture that the rushing crowds of New York ignored as they surged toward their offices. But Mike had a secret: he wore a pair of glasses he'd bought from a dying man in a Chinatown alley, glasses...
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