The Sinking Root (V-13)

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The humidity of the Louisiana bayou was a physical weight, a wet blanket that smelled of sulfur and slow decay. I sat in a wicker chair on the porch of the ancestral home, watching the cypress knees poke through the black water like the fingers of a drowning giant. I was once the Patriarch of the basin, the man who had unified the warring parishes into a single, prosperous alliance. I had been...

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