The Golden Myth
The rain had been beating against the floor-to-ceiling glass of the Meridian Insurance Exchange for three days, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate directly into the bones of Elias Thorne, who sat in his corner office on the forty-second floor, staring at the actuarial tables that promised a future of stability he no longer believed in. He was forty-two, a man whose life had...
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