Roland, Asks Nothing

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Gravel and leaves shift beneath his feet. The forest asks nothing of him—no decision, no answer. It simply lets him be.

His thoughts move between regret and forgiveness. Grey trunks and golden leaves stand by, patient witnesses to autumn’s approach.

Here, in the hush, a weight lifts. His own voice returns—gentler, more honest than it ever sounds in a meeting room.

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