The bayou does not forgive. This is not poetry. This is geology.
The Beaumont estate sat on three thousand acres of Louisiana swamp south of Baton Rouge, a sprawl of main house, outbuildings, cotton fields, and swamp that had belonged to the family since 1842, when Silas's grandfather, also named Silas, arrived from Scotland with nothing but a rifle, a pocket full of bad ideas, and the conviction that he could tame the wilderness. He could not tame it. But...
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