The Garden That Eats Iron
Part One: The Seed That Wasn't Seed Clara Boudreaux returned to the plantation in October, when the magnolias were brown and the cypress knees were sticking out of the swamp like the knuckles of something buried. The house had been her grandfather Jasper's, and Jasper was dead—killed, some said, by his own creation. Clara had been twelve when he died, old enough to remember the smell of the...
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