The Distant Machine
The ledger shows forty-two hours of overtime this month. It is a number that tastes like copper and cold coffee. I have counted the entries three times, checking the math, checking the ink, checking the date. The firm wants the final sign-off on the Aetheric Resonance building by Friday. If I deliver it, the bank stops calling. If I deliver it, Mara stays. That is the arithmetic of my life now:...
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