The Fire That Chooses the Land
The swamp did not announce itself. It simply replaced the land without warning, like a dark tide rising through the roots of the cypress trees. Caleb Thibodeaux felt it beneath his boots the moment he stepped off the skiff—a softness, a giving way, the sense that the earth beneath him was alive and mildly amused by his presence. The island was a knot of land in the middle of a black bayou,...
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