North Carolina Boundary Lines Drawn on an Oak Desk

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Gary, the shop owner, looked up from his heavy industrial paper cutter, a stack of white cardstock aligned under the blade.

“Clara,” Gary said, wiping his hands on a blue canvas apron that was stained with black ink. “I heard they locked you out of the county office yesterday.”

“They did, Gary,” I said, stepping up to the counter and setting my bag continue reading …