The Southern Joke

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The Southern Joke

The humidity in Mississippi was a physical weight, a wet blanket that smelled of pine needles and decay. Silas had once been the golden boy of the state capital, a senior advisor to the Governor, a man who knew which palms to grease and which secrets to bury. He had played the game of power with a surgeon's precision, until the game decided to play him. The betrayal was a classic Southern...

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