The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The pen in your hand is a cheap ballpoint, the kind that bleeds through the paper if you press too hard. You are holding it over a stack of actuarial tables, the paper yellowed and brittle at the edges, smelling of damp wool and old dust. It is Thursday, October 14th, and the rain has been falling on the slate roof of the Meridian Insurance Building for three days straight. You need to be a...

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