The Golden Cellar
Act I The dry wind that cracked the clay of the hill towns did not care for the dignity of the flood officers, who moved through the bayou corridors of cypress knee with the heavy, rhythmic tread of men counting their final days before the war levy. Enzo Messina, a customs officer of thirty-four years and a pensioner of protocol, descended the seventy-one of the Tannery Steps to the condemned...
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