“I just want to see my balance.” His voice was low, but firm, without stuttering, without fear. The entire room instantly looked away, as if that phrase were forbidden there. The boy, barely 10 years old, wearing simple sneakers, a secondhand t-shirt, and with slightly disheveled hair, stood before a glass counter in the VIP area of the city’s most expensive …
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