The Soul Ferryman
I The shadows came to Julian Beaumont on a night in October when the yellow fever was already taking three people a day through the French Quarter. He was in his father's workshop—a cramped space beneath the family townhouse on Rue Royal, filled with bottles of formaldehyde and lavender water and the terrible smell of decomposition that no amount of lavender could disguise. Julian was...
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