Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

room in the back is free until noon.”

“Thank you, David,” I said, taking the cold cardboard box.

“Just make sure you wind the tape back on the spool when you are finished,” he said, already sitting back down at his desk.

The viewing room was small, smelling faintly of old vinegar and warm lightbulbs from the projector machines.

I threaded the dark plastic continue reading …