The Golden Harbor
"Three days, Théophile. The tax boat comes at dawn, and I have no ledger to show it." The voice belonged to Madame Célestine, the housekeeper, her tone flat as the bayou water outside the mill floor. Théophile Sonier did not look up from the loom. The treadle was cold under his foot, the iron mechanism of the sewing machine he had been hired to repair before it was even broken. He was...
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