The Ring and the River
PART I: THE SUMMONS Summer 1924. Mississippi. The heat was a physical weight, pressing down on the land like a hand on the back of your neck, and Elias McCullough stood on the porch of a house that had once been magnificent and was now something else entirely—something that smelled of mildew and memory and the slow, inevitable surrender of wood to rot. The McCullough plantation had once covered...
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