The Wistful Petal
The fluorescent lights in the actuarial suite of Meridian Assurance hummed with a frequency that seemed to vibrate directly against the base of my skull, a low-grade electrical thrum that had become the background radiation of my existence for the past three years, and I sat at my desk, the gray fabric of my tie feeling less like a professional accessory and more like a tourniquet slowly...
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