The Golden Song
Chapter One In the delta towns, the water does not ask permission before it rises. Ankie Schouten stood at the head of the table in the town hall, his uniform buttoned to the throat, the wool heavy against his neck. The banquet was a failure of civic pride, a raucous display of meat and stale beer that masked the rot in the community’s ledger. He needed the final signature for the heritage...
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