The Faded River

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The Faded River

The salt marshes of the island turned silver in the dusk, a flat and blinding expanse that mirrored the low, bruised sky above the auction yard. Renard Reaux stood alone among the stacked crates of sugar cane, his hands resting on the rough timber, feeling the cold dampness seep through the wool of his sleeves. He was forty-two, a man whose life had been measured in ledgers and debts, yet...

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