The Theorem of Futility
Marcus lived in a basement apartment in Queens, a space that smelled of old newspapers and boiled cabbage. He was a retired actuary, a man who had spent forty years calculating the probability of death for insurance companies. He knew exactly when a heart was likely to stop, when a house was likely to burn, and when a life was likely to collapse. He had spent his retirement searching for the...
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