The Golden Echoes
Chapter One Who keeps the books when the water rises? Camille Renard stood in the doorway of the flooded office, his boots sinking into the silt, watching the ink bleed from his father’s ledger. It was the last fine weekend, the air still holding the crispness of the coming storm, and the rain hammered the corrugated roof of the stage stop with a violence that felt personal. He reached for the...
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