The Last Watercolour
William Costa worked at the Jamaica Queens library on a Tuesday, the same way he worked on every day. He sat at a long wooden table in the back room, a stack of books in front of him, a stamp in his hand. He stamped the inside covers. He wrote dates in a ledger. He filed cards. The room smelled of old paper and floor wax. It was a good smell. It was the smell of things that had been handled by...
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