The Diary of Thornfield
The杂货店 in Thornfield had not changed since 1892, when Caleb Thornfield's grandfather had built it from lumber cut from the land that was once a cotton plantation. The floorboards still creaked in the same places. The same crack in the front window was filled with the same yellowed putty. The same smell of dust and dried tobacco hung in the air, unchanged by thirty-three years of Caleb's...
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