The Mare of Oakhaven

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The Mare of Oakhaven The house smelled of damp and forgetting. It had smelled that way for as long as Ebenezar Faulkner could remember—damp earth rising through the floorboards, forgotten laundry clinging to the wardrobe, the particular rot of a house that had stopped being lived in and started being survived. Oakhaven sat on a hill in the Mississippi delta that no one drove past without...

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