The snake lived in the basement of Blackwater Plantation, and every generation, the boy who did not have a name went down to see it.
This boy was the son of a Blackwater who had come to the delta with nothing but a rifle and a hunger. He had built the plantation on land that was more swamp than soil, and he had built it with the money of men who did not ask questions and the labor of people who did not have choices. When he died, his wife had died too, in the delivering. The child—a boy—was not acknowledged. Not by the...
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