The Distant Crown
The mirror on my desk was broken. It had been for weeks, a jagged constellation of glass shards reflecting the gray light of the open-plan office, but I had not yet found the will to sweep it away. I was forty-two years old, a senior actuary at Meridian Insurance Group, and I was staring at my own fractured reflection while the clock on the wall ticked toward the end of the quarter. My goal was...
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