The Magnolia Offering
I The swamp breathed. It breathed the way old things breathe when they are too heavy with memory to sleep and too tired to stay awake. Seraphina DuBois stood at the edge of the Beauregard plantation near Natchez, Mississippi, watching the cypress trees rise from the water like the ribs of something vast and ancient and half-drowned. The air was thick with the smell of magnolia blossoms and...
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