The Wistful Witness

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The clock on the wall of the actuarial office did not merely keep time; it seemed to consume it, its pendulum swinging with a heavy, rhythmic persistence that felt less like a mechanism and more like the slow, deliberate counting down of my remaining breaths. I sat at my desk, the leather creaking under the weight of forty years of service, and watched the dust motes dance in the shaft of grey...

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