The Meridian of Thornfield

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The heat in Mississippi does not merely sit upon you—it presses, like a hand between your shoulder blades, pushing you forward into whatever awaits. I arrived at Thornfield on a Tuesday in late July, when the air was so thick you could taste it, and the cicadas screamed from every tree like souls trapped in amber. Judge Silas Thornfield met me at the gate. He was a tall man, though tall things...

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