The fog over the Mississippi did not behave like fog.
He was standing on the porch of Beaumont Manor, the structure that had housed his family for four generations and was currently housing nothing more ambitious than debt, damp, and the slow seepage of river water into foundation stones that had been laid before the Civil War. The manor was not a large house—large is a relative term in the Mississippi Delta, where large might mean twenty rooms or...
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