Thornfield's Burden
The house remembered what Silas tried to forget. It stood at the edge of a valley in the Mississippi delta, a vast and decaying thing of white columns and black shutters, its gardens overgrown with jasmine and weed. Thornfield Manor had been great once—Silas knew this from the ledgers in the cellar, from the photographs in the gallery, from the stories that Miss Cora told to the walls when she...
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