The Quiet of the Cypress Grove
The shovel hit a root with a dull thud that sounded like a closing coffin. Elias stopped, leaning on the handle, his breath frosting in the humid air of the Louisiana dawn. He was digging a grave for a man he had known for forty years, a man who had spent those years preaching a gospel of salvation while hoarding the secrets of a dozen broken families. The cemetery of St. Jude was a place of...
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