The Echoes of Red Clay
The heat in Mississippi didn't just burn; it pressed. It pressed the secrets deep into the red clay and the Spanish moss. Silas lived in a shack at the edge of the plantation, a man the town called "Simple Silas." He had not spoken a word since he was ten years old. But Silas was the loudest man in the county. Inside his head, the land was screaming. Silas didn't choose to know; he was a...
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