The Poverty Gambit

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The rain in New York didn't wash things clean; it just turned the grime into a slick, iridescent oil. Marcus sat in a diner in Hell's Kitchen, nursing a coffee that tasted like burnt rubber. He was a man who knew the value of everything and the price of nothing. Across from him sat a man in a three-thousand-dollar suit, looking entirely out of place among the cracked vinyl booths. The man was...

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