The Haunted Homestead
The Thornfield plantation sat in the Mississippi delta like a wound that had never healed. Elias Thorne saw this immediately, driving up the cracked gravel road in a rented Ford, the Mississippi River visible to the east as a wide gray ribbon under a sky the color of tarnished silver. He was thirty-two, a lawyer from New York, and he had been sent down south because the firm's senior partners...
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