The Delta of Lost Souls
## Act I The Mississippi River didn't flow so much as breathe, expanding and contracting like the chest of something alive and ancient. Ruth Johnson sat on the riverbank with her feet in the water and her grandmother's letter in her hands, reading words written in a hand that had trembled with age and conviction. The letter had been found in a bottle washed up on the Delta riverbank three days...
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