The Distant Nightmare
The sparrow is dead in your desk drawer. You find it on a Tuesday, wedged between a stack of actuarial tables and a cold cup of coffee, its feathers matted with the red ink of a rejected claim. You stare at it. It is small, broken, and utterly silent. You close the drawer. You do not tell anyone. You are Elias, thirty-four, a mid-level analyst at Kessler & Vane Insurance, and you need to...
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