The Mirror on the Hill
The heat in Alabama don't come down from the sky. It comes up from the ground, out of the red clay and the cypress swamps and the rotting leaves, and it rises like a breath from something alive and dying all at once. Silas Whitaker felt it pressing on his back as he walked up the dirt road to the Whitaker estate, a place he'd never meant to visit and now couldn't forget. The estate was what...
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