The Wistful Mountain
The quarterly review had been running for three hours and forty-two minutes, a duration Elias Thorne measured not in clock time but in the accumulating weight of the figures on his screen, each cell a small, dead weight pressing against the glass. He sat in his office on the fourteenth floor of the Meridian Insurance Group, the air conditioning humming a low, sterile note that smelled faintly...
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