Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

” Peter said, his voice very low. “But you have to remain in the archive room until the sentencing hearing is over.”

He stood up, leaving a five-dollar bill on the table to cover his coffee, and walked out into the rain before I could answer.

I sat alone in the booth for a long time, watching the steam rise from my tea until the water went cold.

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