The Wistful Skyline
Elias Thorne held his hands over the edge of his desk, fingers splayed, watching the first bead of crimson well against the skin of his right thumb, a small, bright error in the grey monotony of the actuarial tables. "It’s just a rounding error," he said, his voice flat, trying to keep the tremor out of the air. "If we adjust the mortality coefficient for the forty-to-fifty bracket by a single...
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