The Wistful Grid
The ink was still wet on the ledger when Elias Thorne set down his pen, the smell of iron gall and damp wool rising from the desk like a physical weight, pressing against his temples as he reviewed the final column of the Vitality Protocol. It was a Tuesday in November, 1912, and the Continental Insurance Exchange hummed with the low, industrial thrum of pneumatic tubes and the scratch of a...
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