The Pale Banner
The transfer order was already on the screen, the cursor blinking in the stark white void of the interface, and Julian’s finger hovered over the enter key, the blue light of the monitor washing out the fine lines of his face until he looked less like a man and more like a schematic diagram of a man, a junior analyst whose hands had finally learned the terrible, precise weight of institutional...
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