The Blackwater Oil Mill
Eloise Blackwood returned to Blackwater on a Thursday in late August, when the humidity was so thick you could taste it and the cicadas screamed in the magnolia trees like something alive and angry. The bus dropped her at the intersection of Route 82 and Old Mill Road, and she walked the rest of the way with her suitcase and a cardboard box containing her father's papers, because the bus driver...
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