The Golden Greenhouse
The letter lay flat on the desk, its edges curling slightly in the dry, recycled air. It was a standard termination notice, pre-printed on heavy stock, the ink sharp and black against the cream paper. Elias Thorne signed it without reading the last paragraph, his pen scratching a hard, jagged line across the signature block. He was fifty-eight years old, a senior actuary at Sterling & Vance...
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