The Golden Circuit
The resignation letter lay on the desk, the ink still wet and glistening under the fluorescent hum of the office, a stark white rectangle that seemed to absorb the light around it. Elena Vance stared at the signature, her own name rendered in a hand that trembled not from fear but from the sudden, violent clarity of a decision made too late to be unmade. She had spent two years fighting for the...
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