I have served the Thorne family for twenty-three years, and in that time I learned the most important thing about Elias Thorne: he was a good man in a place that did not want good men to survive.
The house sits on a bluff overlooking the Pearl River, three hundred feet of limestone erosion that the geologists say is retreating two inches per year. The house is retreating faster. I have watched cracks appear in the foundation and spread across the ceiling of the grand parlor like lightning frozen in plaster. Elias refuses to move. "This land belongs to my family," he says. "I will not...
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