The Water Mountain

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The swamp water was black as ink and twice as deep. Fabien Dupuis stood at its edge, boots sinking into mud that smelled of decay and something older—millennia of rotting cypress leaves and alligator dung and things that had died in the bayou and never been found. He stared at the water because staring was easier than looking at the house behind him, the plantation house with its peeling white...

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