The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The letter lay on the desk, its paper yellowed and brittle as a dried leaf, the ink faded to a faint brown whisper. Elias Thorne, forty-two and already feeling the weight of his years in the stiffness of his lower back, smoothed the corner with a thumb that trembled slightly from cold and caffeine. It was a termination notice, signed by the board of trustees with the bureaucratic indifference...

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