The Altruism Exchange
In the glass canyons of Lower Manhattan, kindness was a currency, and most people were bankrupt. Arthur Penhaligon was the exception. He was a collector of "pure moments." He didn't collect stamps or coins; he collected instances of genuine, uncalculated human goodness. He kept them in a mental ledger, a map of the few remaining spots of light in a city of neon and noise. Arthur found the child...
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