The Bayou Physician

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I.The swamp breathed. Julian Beauregard knew this the moment he woke, lying in the four-poster bed that had belonged to his grandfather, the air thick with the smell of cypress rot and magnolia blossoms. It was 1893, and the Louisiana heat pressed against the windows like a living thing. He could hear the cicadas screaming in the trees, a sound so loud it was almost silence.He sat up slowly,...

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