The Perfect Ledger
(Third person) Adam lived in a world of gray. He worked in a cubicle on the 42nd floor of the Continental Insurance Building, a space defined by the oppressive hum of fluorescent lights and the scent of stale coffee and old carpets. For thirty years, his existence was a sequence of data entry: Name, Policy Number, Risk Factor, Premium. He was a ghost in a suit, a man whose only ambition was to...
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