The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The ledger sat open before me, its pages a vast, white expanse of silence where the numbers should have been, yet I found my eyes drifting not to the columns of debt but to the small, dried rose petal pressed between the sheets of paper, a fragile fragment of red that seemed to pulse against the starkness of the office. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, for time in the Halloway & Sons...

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