The White Python of the Bayou
The humidity in 1928 Mississippi did not merely exist—it pressed against you, a wet hand on your shoulder, reminding you that the swamp was always watching. Elijah Booth had lived in the bayou for forty years. His great-grandfather had been a slave on the DuBois plantation. His grandfather had been a sharecropper. His father had drowned in a flash flood. Elijah had survived everything else. He...
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