The Quantum Martyr

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The humidity in the Delta had a weight to it, as though the air itself had learned to mourn. Three months after her father's death, Eileen McCullough drove a rusted Ford down the cracked clay road that led to the McCullough plantation. The house rose from the cotton fields like a rotting tooth — Georgian columns sagging, paint peeling like sunburned skin, the wide veranda swallowing whole trees...

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