A clerk from the county every so often.” He ran a finger along a shelf and checked it for dust.

“Other than that, it’s a tomb.”

I paused at the doorframe.

A brass plate was screwed into the wood, worn brown everywhere except where a hundred hands had rubbed it shiny.

Halvorsen and Pike, 1982.

Beneath the date was a smaller plate, the name worn thin at both ends.

C.

Wilson.