The Healer's Curse

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I The Mississippi moved like a river that had seen everything and decided not to comment on it. Silas Winslow stood on the porch of Blackthorn Manor and watched it slide through the afternoon light, gray and indifferent and older than the country it ran through. The manor behind him was the size of a small town and the condition of a corpse. Cotton fields stretched to the horizon, overgrown and...

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