The Faded Road
Chapter One Willis Sturgis wiped the grime from the ledger’s spine with a rag that had seen better decades, his knuckles white against the leather. The entry for 1914 was smudged, the ink bleeding into the fiber like a bruise under skin. He needed to verify it before the ferry left at noon; the pension board was waiting on the other side of the water, and his head was already a hollow drum,...
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