Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

resting on the final page of the June logs.

“It is comforting to know that we finally have the complete picture in front of us,” Martha said.

“Yes,” I said, though my eyes were already drawn to the texture of the paper under my fingers. “It seems we do.”

Martha gathered her coat and her leather satchel, her mind clearly moving on to the preparation of continue reading …