The Decay of Plenty
The humidity of the Mississippi Delta was a physical presence, a wet, heavy blanket that smelled of rotting jasmine and ancient, stagnant water. Silas lived in the shadow of the Belle-Rive estate, a sprawling, decaying plantation that seemed to be slowly sinking into the black mud of the swamp. The house was a monument to a dead world. Its white columns were cracked and grey, its velvet...
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