The Harlow Heirloom

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The river had a way of swallowing things whole. It didn't care if they were cotton bales or bodies or the bones of men who thought themselves smarter than the mud. Eleanor Voss knew this, though she had not come to the Bluff Plantation to learn it. She had come because there was nowhere else to go. Her husband's family had owned the place for three generations. Three generations of men, all of...

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