The Sunflower Curse
The red earth of Georgia does not forget. It holds things—bones, secrets, the rusted remains of fences that once divided men into owners and owned. Judah Blackstock knew this better than most. He had spent his fifty-five years walking the fields of Whitfield, his family's last standing庄园, and feeling the earth beneath his boots like a pulse. Sometimes it beat fast, sometimes slow, but never...
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