The Carnival of Capital

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The humidity of the Mississippi Delta didn't just hang in the air; it felt like a wet shroud, smelling of river mud and rotting magnolias. Silas Vance sat on the wide porch of his crumbling plantation house, a glass of sweet tea in one hand and a small, leather-bound book of "prophecies" in the other. To the people of Oakhaven, Silas was a freak, a hermit, a man who had once been a banker in...

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