The Dismal Engine

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The Dismal Engine

I. The bus from New Orleans smelled of diesel and swamp water and left Silas Thibodeaux at a crossroads where there was nothing for twenty miles in any direction. He stood on the side of the road with his grandmother's trunk at his feet and watched the bus disappear into the humidity like a fish swallowed whole. Beauregard House was three miles down the road. His stepfather, Reuben Fontenot,...

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