The Hollow Plantation
The river knew before anyone else. It was a wide brown thing that moved slow and carried everything without comment—silt and leaves and the occasional dead cow and, in the spring after the Black Fever, something else that no one had words for yet. Cora Beauregard stood on the porch of Beauregard Manor and watched it move, and the river moved without comment, and between them they understood...
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