The Witch of Bayou Rouge
Chapter One The bayou doesn't forgive. It swallows things—boats, bones, secrets—and keeps them in its dark, muddy water where the cypress knees stick up like the knuckles of something buried alive. Cecile DuBois had lived on the edge of Bayou Rouge for twelve years, long enough to know its moods and short enough that she still remembered the world beyond its mist. She made her living the way...
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