The Mark of Oakhaven
The markings appeared on the day the rain stopped and the heat rose out of the Mississippi soil like something alive. Caleb had been sweeping the back porch of the main house when he saw the first one: a symbol carved into the wooden railing, deep and precise, as though someone had taken a knife and pressed it hard enough to split the wood. He had never seen it before, though he had swept this...
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