The Geometry of Indifference
The apartment was a masterpiece of white marble and right angles. There were no photographs on the walls, no stray books on the tables, and no warmth in the air. Sloane lived in a world of absolute precision, a mirror image of her husband, Pierce. Pierce was a man of algorithmic efficiency. He didn't experience emotions; he processed them as data points. To him, their marriage was a strategic...
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