The Garden of Patience

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The air in the bayou was a thick, humid soup that tasted of salt and ancient decay. Here, in the deep south of Louisiana, the land didn't belong to the people; the people were merely tolerated by the land. The cypress trees rose from the black water like skeletal fingers, draped in ghostly curtains of Spanish moss that shivered in the stagnant breeze. Silas had spent forty years in the swamp....

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