The Planet-Eater's Garden
The land beneath the Hartfield plantation did not crack that night—it breathed. Silas knew this the way a man knows his own heartbeat, without needing to think about it. He had grown up on this land, or what remained of it, and he knew the rhythms of the earth beneath his feet better than he knew the lines of his own face. When the ground breathed, it was not an earthquake. It was not settling....
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