The Ghost Physician
Blackwater sat on the Mississippi like a bruise on skin. Dr. Silas Beauregard noticed this on his first day. The town was beautiful in the way that only decaying things can be beautiful—magnolia trees leaning over porches that had sagged beneath the weight of a century, a river that moved with the slow indifference of something that has seen empires rise and fall and does not care about...
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