For decades, Arthur had been the quiet steward of an ancient estate—a sprawling haven that bore the imprints of time, nature, and human endeavor. Every blade of grass, every carefully pruned rose, and every winding pathway in the gardens testified to his lifelong commitment. The estate was more than a property; it was a sanctuary of memories, friendships, and shared dreams. Arthur’s work was not simply a job—it was an art, a legacy that had taken root in the soil of the estate and in the hearts of those who called it home.
But on one fateful day, this legacy was threatened by an act of cruelty that would forever alter the course of his life. The spoiled heir of the estate—an entitled young man raised on privilege—had made a callous decision: to fire Arthur on his very last day. In a public display of humiliation and disregard, Arthur was dismissed, his decades of dedicated service reduced to a bitter final goodbye. Yet, as fate would have it, this painful separation from the only home he had ever known led him to a discovery that would change everything.
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