The Wistful Voyage

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The ledger sat in my hands, its spine cracked and brittle, smelling of dry rot and old iron. It was a small thing, barely larger than a hardcover novel, yet it felt heavy with a weight that had nothing to do with mass. I was thirty-four years old, a junior archivist at the Municipal Records Department in Chicago, and I wanted that book more than I wanted to breathe. The promotion to Senior...

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