The Hollow Epoch
The Hollow Epoch The Crawford estate had been dying for a hundred years, long before the stars began their slow, inevitable descent toward collapse. Silas Crawford stood on the veranda of the main house, watching the Mississippi heat rise off the cotton fields like a ghost. At fifty-eight, he was the last of his line, the inheritor of a fortune that had been fortune once, back when his...
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