The Reel of Lost Souls

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The cotton had turned brown on the Calloway plantation, and Beatrice stood on the porch watching the wind move through the dead stalks the way she watched the river move through the valley—slowly, inevitably, carrying everything downstream whether you wanted it to or not. She was fifty-three, a widow, and the Calloway plantation was the kind of place that had been beautiful once and had become...

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