"It was Isabelle's turn to sit with the body. The room was mercifully cold. The chill masked the odor of decay, froze it midair between the coffin by the shuttered windows and the smoldering fire in the tiled hearth across the room. Isabelle stared into the ashes crumbling around a half-hidden heart of embers that glowed orange beneath black like a small, secret hell."
In November, 1865, still mourning her fiance's death, Isabelle Ross joins with journalist Paul Delahoussaye at Belle Ombre Plantation to untangle a murderous web of secrets and lies.
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