The Error in the Margin
Julian was a man of precision. He liked his ties straight, his coffee black, and his files alphabetized. He worked in the Department of Judicial Records in New York, a vast, subterranean labyrinth of filing cabinets and fluorescent lights. He was the kind of man who believed that if you followed the process, the result would always be correct. Then came the glitch. It started with a typo. A...
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