The Wistful Voyage
The pen in your hand trembles, a fine, high-pitched vibration that you mistake for the cold seeping through the wool of your sleeve. You are in Mr. Gumble’s office, a room that smells of stale tobacco and the sharp, chemical bite of ink. You are here to secure Clara’s inheritance. It is a simple matter of arithmetic, you tell yourself. You are an actuary; you deal in risk, in the probability of...
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