The Scales in the Swamp
The heat in Louisiana doesn't fall from the sky. It rises from the ground. It comes up through the soles of your shoes and into your bones and sits there, heavy and wet, like a second skeleton. Eli Thibodeaux knew this heat. He had known it all his seventeen years. He knew the smell of cypress rot and the sound of bullfrogs arguing in the dark and the way the water in the bayou looked black...
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