Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

set a fresh stack of gray storage boxes on the cart beside me. The cardboard of the boxes was dry and split at the corners, leaving a fine dust on the black sleeve of my jacket.

“That is the last of the 2012 filings from the district court, Eleanor,” David said, wiping his thumb on his dark canvas apron. “Most of these haven’t been unsealed since the continue reading …