Oakwood
The heat in Oakwood that summer was the kind of heat that makes the air feel thick as syrup. Magnolia trees bloomed along the rotting fence line of Oakwood Manor, their white petals falling onto the blackened cotton fields like snow on a graveyard. Caleb was ten years old that summer. He was a mixed-race boy who lived in a shotgun shack on the edge of the plantation, raised by Miss Clara, the...
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