Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

should be.”

I looked at the long row of gray boxes, their labels marked with the dates of the autumn election.

“Every record has its proper place, and some stories are simply meant to end,” I said, turning toward the stairs.

“I think the historical society is ready for those estate maps now.”

David smiled, his eyes softening as he adjusted his collar.

“They continue reading …