The Faded Frontier

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Chapter One The bayou water sat black and still under the midsummer rain, a cold that bit through the damp air like a March chill, while the queue of farmers stretched from the ferry landing to the mill, their faces gray with the knowledge that the harvest was good and the prices had collapsed to nothing. Théophile Mire stood at the head of the line, his hands resting on the rusted barrel of...

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