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... st ordinary—at least on the surface.
He woke up early, the faint glow of dawn filtering through the blinds of his modest apartment. His mornings were quiet—coffee brewed in the same dented metal pot he’d had for years, a quick shower, and then a short walk through the bustling streets of Hell’s Kitchen to his clinic.
At the clinic, the hours passed in a steady blur of patients. Stubborn locals who refused to set foot in a hospital unless they were half-dead. Immigrants who truste ...
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