The Blood on the Cotton Mill
I. The year was 1924, and the Blackwood cotton mill stood on the edge of the Mississippi like a rotting tooth in the mouth of the South. Silas Blackwood returned to it from Europe with a trunk full of German engineering blueprints and a heart full of delusion. The mill had been his family's pride three generations ago—when the Blackwoods owned four thousand acres of cotton land and eight...
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