The Golden Downtown
Chapter One Honoré Guidry owed the bank five hundred dollars, a sum that had rolled over five times since his father’s death, and the ink in the ledger would not dry. The office smelled of damp rot and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that clung to the wool of my coat no matter how long I aired it. I sat at the long table in the boarding house dining room, the only place warm enough to...
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