The Wistful Voyage
Chapter One Does the river remember the weight of the men who fell into it? I write this from the damp corner of the library, where the mold eats the margins of the ledger. I am Gaspard Noel, a border patrol officer of thirty-two years, and I have only one day left before my discharge. I need this final patrol to secure my pension, to prove I was fit, to keep the debt from the temple at bay. My...
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