The Governor's Return: Southern Gothic Variant
The heat was the first thing that told him he was back. Cassian Vane sat on the porch of Magnolia Creek and breathed in the Mississippi Delta air thick as syrup, heavy with magnolia blossom and river mud and the slow rot of everything his family had built over a hundred and twenty years. The sun hung low and orange behind the cotton fields, the same fields he had watched turn from gold to brown...
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