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Robert looked at the ledger, then at the flickering fireplace. He saw his own life reflected in the ink—a man who had spent forty years living other people’s highlights while his own remained unwritten.

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Robert was a man of sharp lines—a pressed charcoal suit, silver hair swept back like a breaking wave, and eyes that seemed to have looked at the sun for a second too long. He sat behind a desk carved from a single slab of petrified cedar.