In the beginning, there was soap and river and a man who watched his daughter blow bubbles and thought: what if.
Silas Monroe was a blacksmith after the war, though "after the war" was a complicated phrase in Louisiana in eighteen sixty-five. The war was over, but the land was not. The plantations were broken, the river was high, and the men who had walked through it were not the men who had marched into it. Silas had not marched into anything—he was a blacksmith, a man of iron and fire, with hands like...
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