The Distant Garden
The audit began with the counting of hours. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, a mid-level actuary at Meridian & Co., and counted the minutes until three o’clock. It was a ritual of containment. He had forty-two years of life behind him and, he suspected, a narrowing corridor of competence ahead. The pressure in his temples was a dull, rhythmic thud, like a clock ticking in a room where the hands...
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