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The rain had stopped but the ground remembered it. Every step Isaiah Calloway took through the overgrown path to the plantation left a print so deep the water filled it before he had lifted his foot the next time. The land was soft here—had always been soft, his grandmother said. Not because of the rain, but because of what lay beneath it. He stood at the edge of the clearing and looked at the...
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