The Pale Bonsai
The ledger was gone. That was the first thing you knew, standing in the center of the municipal archive with the dust of the last century still settling on your shoulders. You had spent three months cataloging the estate of the late Mayor Halloway, your hands stained with the ink of a history you believed you were preserving, not destroying. Mrs. Gable stood at the head of the long oak table,...
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