The Cursed Blood of Thornfield
The train from Memphis arrived at Thornfield at half past three on a Tuesday in October, 1923. Ezekiel Thorne stepped onto the platform with a leather suitcase in one hand and a letter in the other, both weighing approximately nothing and approximately everything. The station was a wooden shack with a tin roof that sang when the rain came. There was no one to meet him. This was as it should...
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