The Wistful Letter
The ink on the ledger did not dry so much as it seemed to freeze into the grain of the vellum, a dark, viscous stain that resisted the light of the gas lamps flickering above the high desks of the Archive of the Provincial History Society, where I had spent the better part of three decades cataloging the forgotten grievances of men who had long since turned to dust and were now reduced to...
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