The Distant Promise

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I count the seconds between the chime of the office clock and the settling of the floorboards. Three. Two. One. I wake with the smell of old varnish in my throat, the ghost-weight of mahogany fused to my palms. It is a recurring dream, this sticking. My hands are part of the desk, the grain of the wood indistinguishable from the lines of my skin. I am forty-two. I am an actuary at Thorne &...

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