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Joel Karlsson was rich and very sad. He sat alone in his office suite, sifting through the reasons he should not call his ex-wife. The first four digits of the last number for Cynthia he’d known to be working shone on his phone. They taunted him a while before he locked the screen and turned to look out the bay window at the city.

He could see the harsh lines of monolithic buildings jutting above the geometric clutter of the…