The Bureaucracy of Grief
The process of clearing a name is, at its core, a matter of filing. In the mid-century sprawl of Manhattan, justice was not a blind goddess with a scale; it was a tired clerk with a rubber stamp and a penchant for long lunch breaks. I spent three years in the basement of the Hall of Records, a place where the air was composed of 40% oxygen and 60% disintegrated paper. My client was the estate...
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