The Crucible of Oakhaven Manor

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The dirt fell into my father's coffin with a sound like rain on tin. I stood on the porch of Oakhaven Manor, watching through the humid Mississippi air as the casket descended into the ground. Cicadas screamed in the magnolia trees. Somewhere in the house, a piano played a slow, mournful tune. Oakhaven Manor was dying. It had been dying for generations, and my father's death was just the latest...

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