The Wistful Mountain
The invoice lay on the workbench, the paper yellowed and brittle at the edges. You signed it with a steady hand, the ink bleeding slightly into the fiber. The payment was due to the county, a final settlement for the structural survey of St. Jude’s Chapel. You had been given until the first frost to finish the documentation. The deadline was not a suggestion; it was a command from the office in...
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