The Widow of Blackwind Estate
I. The rain fell on Blackwind Estate the way it always fell in that part of Mississippi—slowly, heavily, like something that had been carrying weight for a very long time and was finally setting it down. It had been raining for three days. The roads turned to red clay that clung to shoes and tires and the hems of dresses the way it clung to everything: the land, the people, the secrets. Lewis...
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