The Wistful Witness

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Act I Esther Ledbetter’s fingers were already black when she reached for the blotter, the ink of the 1998 municipal ledger spreading across her skin like wet soot. She worked in the basement archive of the mill, a space that smelled of damp wool and old paper, where the light from the single bulb above her desk was yellow and thin. The ledger was a heavy thing, bound in cracked leather, and it...

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