The Children of Cypress Creek
The Children of Cypress Creek ACT I The fog came down over the Mississippi valley like a shroud, thick and yellow and smelling of wet earth and rotting vegetation. Eli Beaumont stood on the balcony of his family's plantation house, watching it consume the land block by block, building by building, as if the world were being erased. He had not slept in three days. On the table behind him lay the...
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