The humidity of the Louisiana bayou was a physical weight, a wet...

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The humidity of the Louisiana bayou was a physical weight, a wet blanket that smelled of sulfur and decaying magnolias. Odessa returned to the ancestral home—the Blackwood Estate—not with joy, but with a ledger and a lawyer.

The estate was a rotting carcass of a house, its white pillars peeling like dead skin, its gardens overrun by vines that looked like strangling fingers. Odessa had spent seven years in the city, trying to scrub the scent of the bayou from her skin, but the mud always found its way back. The man waiting for her on the porch was Beau, the local sheriff. He had the easy smile of a man who owned...

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