The Faded Dust
The water damage had turned the ink of the 1994 municipal ledger into a smear of rust and gray, bleeding across the page like a bruise that refused to heal, and I was hunched over the table, my nose inches from the paper, trying to trace the jagged, frantic scrawl of my father’s signature before the clock on the wall ticked another second closer to Friday’s shredding deadline. Mr. Halloway...
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