Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

his sleeve.

A cold draft rattled the steam pipes in the corner of the office, making us both start.

“Old paper does not lie, even when the ink is faded,” Frank said, his hand lingering on the envelope before he let go.

“They are voting on the fourteenth,” I said, holding the envelope against my ribs.

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