The Faded Frontier

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Act I Eugene Soileau’s hand, stained with ink and turpentine, moved across the parchment with the frantic precision of a man trying to stop a leak with his fingers. He was forty-two, a cartographer who had traded the sea for the soil of the Black Belt, and the light in the room was the pale, sickly yellow of a spring flood that had not yet broken the dikes. The map before him was a lie, or...

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