The heat in the Delta did not announce itself. It simply arrived one morning like an uninvited guest and refused to leave. Silas Crawford stood in the overgrown cotton fields of Crawford Bend and watched the flies circle his grandfather's fresh grave.
The old man had died in his sleep, his body curled on a bed that had belonged to his father and his father's father before him. The house that surrounded the bed was the same house Silas had grown up in, except that it was larger now, emptier, and full of things that reminded him of people who were no longer there. On the nightstand beside the bed, Silas found a piece of paper. His...
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