The Distant Blade
The tea was lukewarm, the surface broken by a single, trembling leaf that floated like a dead insect. Elias Thorne held the cup with a hand that had not stopped shaking for three days, the ceramic warm against the cold, raw skin of his palm. He was a senior actuary at the Meridian Insurance Bureau, a man whose life had been measured in decimals and actuarial tables, but the table in front of...
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