The Cotton and the Cosmos
I.The portrait on the wall was screaming, but it had no mouth.Beauregard Delacroix stood in the gallery of his family's decaying plantation house, the Mississippi River visible through the cracked windows like a slow-moving snake. The portrait showed his great-great-grandmother Celeste, painted in 1823, the year she turned twenty-five. She had been beautiful then, with dark eyes and hair like...
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