The Pale Meridian
Thorne, the settlement for the estate is not final. The words hung in the air of the open-plan office, sharp and distinct against the low, ambient thrum of the HVAC system. Elias Thorne stood by the window, his back to the room, watching the light on the glass shift from a pale, clinical white to the amber of late afternoon. He was forty-two, a senior actuary with twenty years of service at...
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