The Lost Brief

Again, the dispatch demanded urgency. Yet silence lingered between the lines.

In corridors unlit, the whispers of forgotten quests blended into echoes.

The parchment lay brittle. Words once urgent, now muted.

Magnolia petals waltzed across deserted offices, where once ideas burgeoned.

Dust embraced neglected paperwork like time's tender embrace.

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