The Delta of Ashes
## Act I: The Rising The Mississippi Delta in July was not a place but a punishment. The heat sat on the earth like a hand pressing down, and nothing moved unless it had to. The cotton gin that served as a schoolhouse stood on the edge of what had once been a plantation, and the bones of people who had built this place with their hands were probably still in the ground beneath its floorboards....
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