The Weight of Eternal Fog
The envelope on my desk contained five thousand pounds and a prescription for immortality. I sat in my flat on Threadneedle Street, the rain tracing grey paths down the windowpane, and calculated the numbers as I had calculated ledgers for twelve years. Five thousand pounds was forty years of my salary at Whitmore & Sons, Trading Division. The surgeon at the Royal College had called it the...
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