The Blood Soil

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The Blood Soil

The humidity of the Mississippi Delta was a physical weight, a wet blanket that smelled of river mud and rotting magnolias. Silas walked the perimeter of the Blackwood estate, his boots sinking into the dark, hungry soil. He was twenty-four, with a face that looked like a faded photograph of his father—the same high cheekbones, the same haunted eyes. The Blackwoods had owned this land for three...

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