The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The summons came not as a letter, but as a voice from the corridor, sharp and bureaucratic, calling your name with the specific disdain reserved for those who linger in their chairs. "Elias Thorne," the assistant said, her heels clicking against the linoleum like a metronome counting down your remaining utility. You looked up from the ledger, your fingers stained with the particular blue-black...

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