The Distant Journey
Chapter One Gérard Etienne, a man who had spent twenty years collecting taxes from men who could not afford to pay, found his hands trembling only when he held the sealed dispatch, a document that smelled of wet iron and the specific, suffocating humidity of the cane rows. The ink on the paper refused to dry, bleeding into the wood of his rifle stock like a living vein, a domestic anomaly he...
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