The Wistful Saga
The floorboards of the Sterling & Sons accounting firm did not creak; they held their breath. I knew this because I had spent the last three years listening to them, measuring the silence between the ticks of the grandfather clock in the lobby against the rhythmic thud of the rotary phones. I was a man who calculated margins, who understood that a penny saved was a soul kept intact, and I...
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