The Well of Thornfield Plantation
The stone was heavier than Eleanor expected. She had expected it to be light—stone from a plantation that had been abandoned for thirty years, stone that had been sitting in the humid Mississippi air, stone that belonged to nobody. But the stone was heavy, and it was wet, and when she lifted it, water dripped from the edges and ran down her arms and pooled at her feet. She set the stone aside...
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