The Bayou Prophetess
The Bayou Prophetess The humidity in St. Denis Parish had a weight to it, the kind that pressed on your chest and made every breath feel like you were breathing something thicker than air. Celestine Duval sat on her grandmother's porch and watched the cypress trees stand black against the purple evening sky, their Spanish moss hanging like old women's hair. Amelia Duval had taught her to...
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