The Golden Quest
The light before the hailstorm is green, a sickly shade that makes the white walls of the boarding house look like old teeth. Yolande Laraque knows this fact better than she knows the names of the saints, because for the last six months, that specific quality of light has been the only thing standing between her and the collapse of her mind. She is thirty years old, a woman who grinds knives...
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