The Distant Blade
It was a matter of arithmetic, Elias Thorne told himself, as he wiped the brass lens of the compass with a microfiber cloth. The friction was soothing, a small, dry sound in the sterile silence of his office. He was forty-two, a mid-level actuary at Sterling & Vance, and he had spent the last six hours ensuring that the quarterly projections for the merger were flawless. The light from the...
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