The Roots of Magnolia Hall
I tell this story because the land remembers what the people forget, and the land has been remembering longer than any of us have been alive. Magnolia Hall stood at the edge of the Mississippi Delta like a queen who refused to leave her throne after her kingdom had turned to dust. The columns were cracked, the paint was peeling, and the magnolia trees that gave the estate its name had been...
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