The Wistful Silence

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The ledger lay open on the steel table, its spine cracked and held together by a strip of yellowing tape that had long since lost its adhesive grip, and I held it down with the weight of my palm, feeling the dampness of the ink seep through the skin of my hand as if the page were bleeding. It was a Tuesday, late, and the heating vents in the basement of the State Historical Society were blowing...

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