The Distant Nightmare
The letter lay on the mahogany desk, its edges crisp and white against the dark wood, a stark rectangle that seemed to absorb the light from the chandelier above. Elias Thorne adjusted his cufflinks, the silver cold against his wrist, and watched the junior analyst, a man named Pickett with a smile that did not reach his eyes, step forward to accept the Senior Underwriter badge. The room was...
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