The Distant Machine
March 12 The glass tower hums at a frequency that sits just below the threshold of hearing, a low, constant thrum that Elias Thorne has learned to ignore. He sits at his desk on the fourteenth floor, a mid-level actuary whose name is becoming increasingly synonymous with the word "legacy" in the internal memos that circulate with the morning coffee. At forty-two, he is old enough to be seen as...
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