The Dawn of the Free

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(V-09: Southern Gothic) The heat in the Georgia lowlands was not weather; it was a physical weight, a thick, humid blanket that smelled of rotting magnolia and old blood. Blackwood Plantation sat in the center of this decay, a white-pillared ghost of a house that looked down upon the fields with a cold, aristocratic indifference. Elias was not like the other laborers. He had a voice that could...

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