The Plantation's Time
The Plantation's Time The storm came in off the Georgia pines like a curse, which is perhaps what it was. Silas Beauregard stood in the doorway of the main house, watching rain lash the fields that had belonged to his family since 1842. The plantation was dying. He knew this. Everyone in the county knew this. But knowing and accepting are two different things, and Silas had spent forty-seven...
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