The Southern Scandal
The heat in Oakhaven did not lift at night. It simply changed shape, pressing down from a different angle, like a hand that refused to stop pushing. Carter Blackburn sat on his porch at two in the morning and watched fireflies blink across the cotton field behind the house. The field he had tried to sell three months ago to a man named J.D. Calloway from Atlanta. Calloway had paid twenty...
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