The Countdown at Oak Hollow

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I. The heat in Oak Hollow did not simply sit upon you—it pressed. It was a living thing, a thick wet blanket soaked in the breath of the Mississippi and wrung out over the fields of cotton and sorrow. Marcus Thorne arrived in a town bus that smelled of diesel and old sweat, carrying one leather suitcase and a heart that had already learned how to be empty. He had been a scientist once, in...

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