The Hollow Bones of Cypress Creek
The Hollow Bones of Cypress Creek The heat was the first thing Isaac noticed. Not the heat of summer--he knew summer heat, the kind that sat on your chest like a drunk uncle at a family reunion--but a different heat. A heat that came from below. It rose up through the mud of the swamp floor, warm and damp and smelling like the inside of a living thing. He was following a butterfly. A small...
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