The Wistful Letter
The notice was pinned to the debtor’s board, the ink smudged by the thaw that floated the docks. "Clifford Fenwick, debt collector. License auctioned. Terms: immediate." I read it twice, the paper heavy in my hand, and then I walked the seventy-one of the Tannery Steps to the shop where I kept my ledgers. The shutter banged all night, a rhythmic thud that shook the dust from the rafters. I was...
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