V-04: The Puppet's Perspective
(New York Realism) The rain in Manhattan doesn't fall; it attacks. It turns the streets into a shimmering, oil-slicked mirror and the people into a frantic herd of wet wool and leather. I was the one they paid to manage the herd. My name is Marcus, and I was the "Chief Operating Officer" of a twelve-year-old's empire. Leo was a freak of nature—a mathematical prodigy trapped in the body of a...
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