The Black Oak Covenant
I. The bones were the size of cars. That was the first thing Cedric McCray noticed when the river dropped to record lows in the summer of 1850. They lay exposed along the Mississippi riverbed like the ribs of some enormous beast that had died and been dragged ashore by the receding water. Mammy Cora stood beside him at the riverbank and spat into the dust. "They're waking up," she said. Cedric...
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