Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

Avenue move slowly through the damp evening.

We walked back to the G Street office in silence, the streetlights flickering on against the gray sky.

The office was empty when we returned, the lawyers having gone home or behind closed doors.

Martha laid the papers down on the long mahogany table, her hand lingering on the edge of the sheet.

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