Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

heavy brass stamp echoed in the small basement room, sharp as a pistol shot in the silence.

Arthur did not look up immediately. He stood by the counter, his large hands resting on the dark oak wood, his gaze fixed on the line where his name was now written.

The ink was black, thick, and slightly raised on the page, drying slowly under the fluorescent continue reading …