The notebook was bound in cracked leather the color of dried blood,...

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The notebook was bound in cracked leather the color of dried blood, and it smelled of pipe tobacco and old paper. Elias found it in the bottom of his grandfather's trunk the night before he was scheduled to leave Mississippi for Chicago.

Isaiah had been dead three weeks. The funeral had been small—six people in a church that had seen better centuries, sitting on pews worn smooth by generations of Black bodies praying for freedom that never came. After everyone went home, Elias stayed behind and opened the trunk. Inside were Isaiah's clothes, a handful of photographs, and the notebook. He opened it on the first page. The...

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