The Bayou Ledger
Act I: The Return The rain in New Orleans didn't wash anything clean. It just made the grime slicker, turned the streets into black mirrors that reflected the neon signs of French Quarter bars and the gas lamps of a city that hadn't figured out what to do with itself after the war ended. Jack Mercer stepped off the train with a duffel bag and a face that no longer matched the reflection he...
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