The Orchard of Shadows
The de Soto plantation sat on the Mississippi delta like a wound that would not heal. Once, it had been worth two million dollars—four hundred acres of cotton, three hundred of orchard, a house with twelve rooms and a porch that overlooked the river. Now it was worth nothing, or close to nothing, and the house groaned under the weight of a mortgage that had been called due three years ago and...
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