Blood in the Cotton
The Faulkner estate sat on the banks of the Pearl River in Mississippi like a wound that never healed. The cotton fields were overgrown with weeds now, the main house's walls cracked and sagging, the roof leaking in places where rain found the gaps between the rotting shingles. Eleanor Faulkner stood in the doorway, looking at the house she had not seen in fifteen years, and felt the weight of...
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