The Faded River
Chapter One Odette Etienne wiped the salt crust from the window of the school bus, her sleeve rolled to the elbow, the wiper blade stuck against the glass like a dead insect. The route ended at the flood-control channel, a dry trench of cracked earth and rusted rebar where the sardine boats used to haul out in storms that hadn't come in three years. She was forty-five, an archivist by trade, a...
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