The Last Harvest of Georgia
(V-14: Southern Gothic Redemption) The red clay of Georgia had a way of holding onto things—the heat, the humidity, and the sins of the fathers. Silas Vance had spent sixty years as a man of iron and hate. He had been the unofficial law of the county, a man whose word was a decree and whose anger was a storm. He had built his life on a foundation of bigotry, believing that the world was divided...
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