The Distant Journey

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The water is cold. It is the first thing you notice, the temperature of a well in winter, seeping from the fractured porcelain fingers of the hand you hold. It is 1924. The Meridian Insurance Exchange smells of ozone, floor wax, and the stale sweat of men who do not understand what they are doing. You are Elara Vance, thirty years old, a senior actuary. You have been here for eight years. You...

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