The Ascent of Blackwood
The house smelled of river and old money and something else, something that Clementine could not name but could feel in her teeth like the pressure before a thunderstorm. Blackwood Plantation had not been a plantation for forty years. The last DuPre who had owned more than twenty acres sold them off in pieces, first the cotton fields, then the orchards, then the land that bordered the river,...
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