Actuarial
A handful of little birds (he thought they were sparrows) peered up at his spreadsheets. The actuarial tables spilled from his hands, from the leather binder stuffed with the mob’s […]
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Accordion
With the candle low and the wick in the wax and the crumbs only left of the bread, with the cheese turning green and the carousers outside and sister in […]
Pierce Nahigyan 