Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

The metal detector at the entrance hummed as I emptied my keys and my small coin purse into the plastic bin. The guard nodded to me, familiar with my daily routine after so many months of trials.

Down in the basement archive room, the air was cooler and smelled strongly of floor wax and old paper. David, the clerk who had helped me with the microfiche continue reading …