The Distant Legend
The claim file sat on Elias Thorne’s desk, a thick manila folder bound by a rusted staple, its edges softened by three months of handling. He turned it over in his hands, feeling the weight of the paper, the dry friction of the card stock, before sliding it into the outbox for the third time that week. The office of Meridian Mutual Life Insurance smelled of stale coffee and ozone, a scent that...
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