The Distant Legend
The ledger had four hundred and twelve entries, each one a small, dry weight on the page, and I counted them twice before I allowed myself to breathe. It was a Tuesday in November, the kind of grey that presses against the glass of the St. Jude’s Historical Society, and the air in the reading room carried that damp, heavy scent of turned earth that I had come to associate with my own failing...
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