The Plantation's Bloodline
The house on Whitaker Plantation was the kind of place that looked magnificent from the road and rotting from up close. White columns, a wraparound porch, windows tall and elegant. But the paint was peeling in long strips, the columns were cracked, and the porch sagged in the middle like a tired smile. Silas Whitaker stood at the gate and looked at the house and felt, for the first time in his...
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