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Chapter 3 | le poisson
Local whitefish poached in its own juices, served with pommes vapeur, braised fennel, and beurre blanc. I would not see much of Alys Lawless again until the spring of 1842. I was twelve, and my pa figured the time had come to begin my studies in earnest. Of course, those lessons mostly revolved around what… Read more
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Chapter 1 | l’aperitif
Barrel-aged whiskey, served at room temperature. The sky darkened with the shadow of wings, and the raucous caws of hundreds of crows cracked the afternoon stillness. “Whoa there, Noah!” John MacClellan tugged the reins. Noah’s ears flicked back in annoyance, but the donkey slowed to a stop. The wagon he pulled creaked to a halt… Read more