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The Pink Room

The world’s leading physicist attempts to use the science of string theory to bring his daughter back from the dead. Government agents and a bestselling author race to find out if he was successful. A novel by award winning Maine journalist Mark LaFlamme.

Excerpt:

Prologue

From the Winter 1912 issue of the Aroostook Almanac, available in Bangor, Houlton and Presque Isle for 10 cents a copy.

Late spring this year will be marked by cosmic drama as a rare alignment marks the changing of the seasons. In mid-June, Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn will be visible at twilight moving steadily together in the western sky. It’s a rare grouping of planets that began two years ago and which will culminate on June 21, the summer solstice. The coinciding of the solstice and the planetary gathering will not occur again for nearly a hundred years and is considered a marvel by both astrological and scientific standards. Those with mystical proclivities will recall that ancient civilizations regarded planetary groupings as a show of force from the gods. Those with more scientific leanings will enjoy the chance to observe the cosmic landscape as it has not been seen since the era of Vikings.

In 1912, the stretch of land that would someday be called Mulberry was not yet established. The rugged, mountainous region near the northern tip of Maine was mainly a resting point for loggers. These men were mostly French Canadians, hired to clear swaths of land near the border and to prepare the timber for the long journey south.

These were the lumberjacks of lore — rugged, hard men who worked the woods by day, drank and fought at night. Most spoke English, though it was fragmented and clipped. When they came to the township that would later be known as Mulberry, it usually meant a day to rest tired muscles, to drink at the saloon and to fish in the chain of lakes that surrounded the area.

The afternoon of June 21, 1912 was unlike any other in the small oasis in the Maine woods. Woodsmen were loud with song and bickering inside the saloon that occupied the bottom floor of

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