Chapter 69

Hunter lay down on the four-poster and pulled the quilt up over him. Sleep took him before he had even taken the time to undress.

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Patty loves Jim. School sucks. Mr. Pletcher sucks donkey dicks.Hunter sat at the long, scarred table in the reference room of the library, tracing his fingers over the carvings in its surface. All around him was spread the history of one of the most influential families this small farming community had ever seen: his own. Copies of deeds, titles, various business transactions of the Beaumont Paper Mill, even birth and death certificates of relatives he had never known. The librarian, an older man with a shock of white hair, had explained that some of their collection duplicated what could be found in the village hall, but the library had wanted to be a central resource for those researching the Beaumont family history. Hunter read over a yellowing laminated newspaper clipping that described the building of Beaumont House.