Luna let out a small, tired laugh. “The Trash Doctor.” It was a funny name, but it fit perfectly. They were turning the broken pieces of the world into miracles."I have to pay you," the man said frantically. He reached into his dirty pockets. He pulled out a handful of rusted screws, a small piece of clean copper wire, and a half-eaten piece of dry bread. He held them out in his shaking hands. "That is all I have. Please. Do not let the magic undo itself."Rick looked at the handful of garbage. He reached out and gently pushed the man's hands down."Keep your copper. Keep your food," Rick said firmly. "I do not heal for money. I heal because you are alive."The man stared at Rick. Tears spilled over his cheeks and cut clean lines through the dark soot on his face. He had lived in the cruel, greedy city of Rustgate his entire life. He had never experienced an act of pure, selfless kindness. It broke his heart in the most beautiful way possible."Thank you," the man sobbed, bowing hi