The Cotton Court
The courthouse in Blackwater smelled like cotton dust and old wood and something else—something that might have been mildew or might have been the slow decay of a building that had been built on land that had been stolen and was now decaying in the heat, which in Mississippi is not a metaphor but a physical force. The heat sat on you like a wet blanket. It made your clothes stick to your skin...
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