The Crooked Tree

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The Crooked Tree

The heat in Mississippi does not sit on you—it presses. It is a physical weight, a hand on your shoulder pushing you toward the earth, and after enough years of it, you learn to bow your head and accept the pressure. Elias Thorne had been bowing his head for thirty-four years. The Thorne plantation—"Oak Ridge," the deeds called it—once spanned five thousand acres and employed two hundred souls....

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