The Golden Quest
The bayou water had risen three inches since the night before, turning the levee road into a slick brown ribbon that reflected the gray, flat sky of the dot-com collapse. In the town of Vieux Carré, the phones had stopped ringing years ago, leaving a silence so heavy it felt like a physical weight on the eardrums, a pressure that pressed against the temples. Alcee Patin stood before the...
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