The Bones Beneath the Oak

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The storm came up from the gulf like an angry god, and Bill Thibodeaux watched it roll across the cotton fields toward Oak Hollow the way a man watches a funeral procession approach. He stood on the porch of the main house, his hands gripping the railing until his knuckles went white, and he listened to the wind howl through the oaks like a choir of the damned. He had not wanted to come back....

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