The Distant Legend
The invitation card sat on the mahogany surface of my desk, its heavy cream stock catching the fluorescent light with a dull, expensive sheen. I traced the embossed name of the city’s annual civic gala with a thumb that felt stiff from twenty years of handling brittle, crumbling documents, the paper smooth and unyielding compared to the fragile ledgers I usually guarded. The event was a...
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