The Sharecropper's Abacus
The cotton stretched across the Mississippi bottomland like a green ocean frozen mid-wave. It was June 1861, and the heat rose from the earth in visible shimmers, distorting the horizon until the sky and the field merged into a single blinding plane of light. Samuel sat in the shade of a cottonwood tree at the edge of the plantation, his back against the rough bark, his hands moving over the...
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