The Faded Guest
October 12, 1924 The ledger for the second term is due to the district office on Friday, and I have already spent three hours staring at the column for attendance, the ink blurring into a grey smear that refuses to resolve into numbers, because I am not thinking about the children who are missing from their desks but about the White Moth, which I saw again last night perched on the sill of the...
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