The Debt of Cypress Creek

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The heat in June was not weather. It was a physical presence, something that pressed down on you and refused to let go. Booker Washington stood in the cotton field and felt it through the soles of his shoes, through his shirt, through the skin of his face. He was twenty-eight and had been a sharecropper on the Whitfield plantation for three of his twenty-eight years. Cypress Creek was in Wilcox...

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