Strike a Light
The heat in Jackson, Mississippi did not simply sit on you—it pressed down, heavy and wet and ancient, like the weight of something that had been buried and dug up and buried again until the earth itself forgot what was supposed to grow there. Elias Thompson wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and felt the salt crust his skin, and thought about the cotton fields his grandfather had...
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