The house had been waiting for him. He could feel it in the...

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The house had been waiting for him. He could feel it in the walls—waiting like an old woman waits for a son who will never come home.

Silas Blackwood stood on the porch of Blackwood Manor and looked at the house that had been his family's for three hundred years and was now his. Just his. The last Blackwood. The last man to bear the name that had once meant something in Mississippi. The Mississippi River was a brown ribbon behind the house, moving east to west like it had somewhere better to be. The cotton fields were...

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