The Serpent's Apothecary

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The bayou breathed at night. It was not a metaphor—the air moved in slow, wet pulses, carrying the scent of cypress rot and blooming jasmine and something older, something that had been decaying since before the French had arrived, since before the Indians had arrived, since the land had been nothing but water and mud and patience. Dr. Julien Beauregard lived in a house that the bayou had...

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