The Wistful Saga
The letter lay on the kitchen table, the paper yellowed and soft at the edges from the damp. You read it again, your finger tracing the ink until the letters blurred. "Property Deed Transferred to Harrow Coal Company." The signature was crisp, cold. You folded it into a square and put it in your pocket, next to the coal dust that never quite washed out of the creases of your skin. It was 1924,...
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