The Rotting Church

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The heat in June 1933 was not weather—it was punishment. It pressed down on the Mississippi delta like a hand on the back of your neck, pushing you into the earth. Eli Calloway lay on his bed in a room the size of a closet, sweat soaking through his shirt, his skin burning and his mouth tasting of copper and dust. He had been sick for three days. The tenant farmer's wife next door had brought...

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