The Whispering Palms
The Whispering Palms I. The magnolias bloomed in May, and with them came the heat—thick and wet and smelling of river mud and something older, something that had lived in the soil of Mississippi long before roads or houses or people. Cordelia Faulkner arrived on a Tuesday in a train that arrived three hours late, as trains do in the South when the tracks have not been repaired since the war....
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