The Cotton Queen
The Cotton Queen The humidity at Thornfield had weight. June Calloway felt it the moment she stepped off the bus from Jackson — a warm hand pressing against her chest, not hard enough to push her down but firm enough to remind her that this place would decide how she moved. The plantation stretched out behind Bramwell Thibodeaux like a promise the land had made to itself and couldn't remember...
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