The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The letter lay on the mahogany table, its edges crisp against the grain, the ink still wet with the arrogance of a man who believed he had found the truth. You read it again, the words blurring slightly under the warm, amber glow of the chandelier, the smell of roasted duck and expensive wine filling the air. It was a resignation letter, drafted in your own hand, a clean break from the firm...

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