The Pale Echo
The fluorescent lights in the server room hummed with a low, electric dread that seemed to vibrate in the teeth. I sat before the terminal, the cursor blinking in a steady rhythm that matched my own pulse, and stared at the "Pale Echo" portfolio. It was Friday, 4:00 PM. If I could close the audit by midnight, the promotion to Senior Actuary was mine, a title that would finally justify the ten...
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