The Cotton's Curse
The cotton stood taller than Silas. That was the first thing he noticed, and it was the thing that never left him. He had planted the seed like any other—thumbed a hole in the dry earth, dropped the cotton ball in, covered it with the same flat palm he used for everything. But this patch was different. The earth here was black and stubborn, the kind of dirt that refused everything the Butler...
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