The Blackwood family had always known too much.
It began with Elias, who arrived in Mississippi in the spring of 1865 with nothing but a stone in his pocket and a knowledge that didn't belong to him. He found the stone on a road outside Vicksburg, a dark gray thing about the size of a hen's egg, smooth as glass and warm as a living thing. He picked it up without thinking, and the knowledge came with it. He knew things. Not facts—facts he...
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