The Wistful Voyage
Chapter One Edna Yancey, thirty-two years old and owing the university four thousand dollars, woke with the taste of salt and rust on her tongue, her left hand fused to the wood of the barber’s chair by a pain so sharp it felt like a second limb. The light in the salon at one hundred and nine of Gallows Corner was the pale, sickly yellow of early morning, filtering through the blinds that had...
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