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Fern saw one of the palmettos along the side of the house keel over slowly like a stately lady in a faint and crash into the underbrush.

The days crept by, each tick of the big iron clock whittling down the moon, slice by slice, shaving it toward full dark

“Clouds covered the stars. The moon shone through them, a crescent the color of old bone. The river slid by like a great silent snake. It was a night for curses.