The Distant Journey
The rain hammered against the windowpane of the study, a rhythmic assault that did little to soothe Elias Thorne’s frantically beating heart. He sat hunched over his desk, the glow of the monitor illuminating the deep lines carved into his forty-two-year-old face, his eyes scanning columns of mortality tables and survival curves until the numbers blurred into a meaningless haze. He was looking...
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