The Gilded Roots
The heat in Mississippi does not simply rise. It presses down, heavy and wet, the way a hand might press against a face you do not wish to see. It was this heat that made the Blackwood plantation feel less like a home than a slow suffocation. Three generations of Blackwoods had walked these grounds, and now the grounds were claiming them back. Elias Blackwood lay in the master bedroom of the...
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