The Ashes of Thornfield
The heat in Mississippi does not announce itself. It simply arrives, like an uninvited guest who makes himself at home and forgets to leave. By July, the air in Natchez was thick enough to chew. Caleb Thornfield knew the heat the way he knew everything else in his life—by learning to carry it without complaining. At twenty-four, he had spent nineteen years existing in the margins of Thornfield,...
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