The Magnolia Nebula

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The fog rolled off the Mississippi every evening in June, thick and warm and smelling of wet earth and something older, something that lived in the clay beneath the cotton fields. It had been three days since Grandfather died, and Eleanor Tuttle was still trying to understand what that meant. Silas Tuttle had been a peculiar man. To the people of their small town in southern Mississippi, he was...

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