The Black Stone of Thornfield
The rain had not stopped in Mississippi for three days when Elias Thorne returned to Thornfield, and the road to the plantation was more mud than dirt, sucking at the tires of the Ford like hands pulling him back into the earth he had spent seven years trying to escape. He did not want to come. But the lawyer's letter had been explicit: the estate required attention, the roof was leaking, the...
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