The Academy of Blackwater

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The Mississippi ran brown and slow that afternoon, carrying with it the silt of a hundred miles of cotton fields and the ghosts of a hundred thousand dead. Elias Mercer stood on the levee and watched it move, thinking that some things never changed, no matter how many years passed. Twenty-three years had passed since the war ended. Twenty-three years since the guns fell silent and the South...

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