The White Stag of Thornfield

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The cotton was dead. Elias Thorne knew this before he saw it. He knew it in the way the wind felt different across the fields—lighter, emptier, without the brush of green against his palm that had been the rhythm of his life for forty years. The blight had come in August, a yellowing that started at the edges of the leaves and worked inward like a slow fever. By October, the fields were brown...

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