The Children of Thornfield
The heat in Thornfield did not arrive so much as it accumulated, layer upon layer, until the air itself seemed to have weight and texture, like a blanket soaked in warm water and draped over your face. Caleb Thorn stood on the porch of Thornfield Manor and watched the Mississippi River move through the afternoon like molten copper, slow and reluctant and carrying with it everything the land had...
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