The Delta Owner
The humidity in the Delta doesn't weather you. It digests you. I stood on the porch of the Beaumont mansion and felt it working on me, slow and patient as a stomach acid. The wood beneath my feet was old—old enough to remember when it was a tree, old enough to remember when trees meant something in this place. The air smelled of river mud and magnolia and something older still, something that...
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