The marsh smelled of rot and time, and Julian Beauregard had always hated the smell of rot.
He was ten years old and illegitimate, which meant he lived in the servant's quarters of Oak Ridge plantation, a vast and decaying estate that sat on the banks of the Mississippi River like a corpse floating downstream. His mother had been a house servant. His father, Dr. Beauregard, was the man who owned the plantation. Julian knew this because Miss Cora, the matriarch, had told him on the day...
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