The River Engine
Act I The sun was the colour of a dying ember on the morning the River Engine left New Orleans. It hung low in the sky, swollen and red, casting long shadows across the flooded streets. The water had reached the second story of the French Quarter by dawn, and by noon it would reach the third. But on this morning, it was still possible to walk — if you knew which rooftops to use and which...
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