The Golden Downtown
Chapter One Marie-Therese Richard’s hands, stained with the iodine from the dental clinic’s morning rush, scrubbed the brass astrolabe against a rag that had long since lost its color, the metal cold and slick in her grip like a fish pulled from the deep water of the bayou. She was forty years old, a retired teacher of the old ways, and the object in her hands was the only thing in the drafty...
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