The Wistful Mountain

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The fog on the bayou does not lift; it settles, heavy as wet sand, turning the rice paddies into a mirror that reflects nothing but grey water. Romain DeClouet stood at the window of the school bus depot, his hand resting on the cold glass, feeling the irregular thud of his own heart against his ribs. He was fifty-eight, a court marshal in a town that had forgotten the difference between law...

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