The Golden Ritual
The glass walls of my office reflected the gray November sky, a perfect, sterile mirror that kept the world out while I sat inside, calculating the probability of my own survival. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, an actuary at Meridian Assurance, and for three days I have been pretending that the silence in my apartment is merely a lack of conversation rather than the absence of my wife, Clara....
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