The Plantation Signal
The mist came to Talladier Plantation on a Tuesday in the autumn of 1912, rolling down from the hills like a living thing, thick and grey and smelling faintly of ozone and something older—something that predated the plantation, the state, the nation, and perhaps the human race itself. Eloise Talladier stood on the veranda and watched it come, her hands gripping the railing until her knuckles...
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