The Faded Road
Chapter One The cane rows stretched from the river mouth to the highland soil, a green labyrinth where the wind stripped the leaves dry before the sun rose. In this place, labor was the only currency that did not inflate. Mathilde Fontenot walked the muddy track toward the mill, her boots sinking into the wet earth. She was forty-two, and her hands trembled, not from the cold, but from the...
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