The Plantation's Hunger

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The soil at Blackwater Plantation was the color of dried blood. Silas Blackwood knelt beside a cotton row and pressed his fingers into the earth. It was warm and dark and impossibly rich—richer than any soil had a right to be. He had seen fields in Illinois, in Iowa, in places his father had taken him as a boy on hunting trips. None of them were like this. None of them grew cotton that reached...

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