The Pale Altar
The reflection in the floor-to-ceiling glass of my office did not move when I raised my hand to adjust my tie. It remained frozen, a pale, static smear of grey suit and tired eyes, lagging three seconds behind the reality of my movements. I was forty-two years old, a senior actuary at Meridian Risk Solutions, and I had exactly forty-eight hours to finalize the "Pale Altar" model before the...
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