Blood and Magnolias

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The air in Oakhaven smelled like magnolias and rot. It was a particular kind of smell, one you could only find in the deep South in late spring—sweet flowers blooming on ancient trees above ground that was itself slowly digesting the bones of people who had lived and died and been buried in it, generation after generation, until the earth itself became a kind of slow, wet memory. I had been...

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