The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The pen in my hand felt heavy, its brass tip worn smooth by years of signing off on actuarial tables that determined who lived and who was merely processed. I was sitting in the attic office of the Meridian Insurance Group, the air thick with the dry, static smell of overheating servers and old paper, my fingers tracing the edge of a policy exclusion form until the cardboard splintered under my...

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