The Distant Affair
Act I The mining borough of Kettle Creek woke to the hiss of steam and the clatter of boots on wet cobblestones, a town bought and paid for by the copper veins beneath its feet. Bertha Waggoner walked the twenty-three of the Tannery Steps with a heavy canvas satchel, the weight of the municipal archives pressing against her spine. She was forty-two, a clerk whose tenure depended on cataloging...
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