Tom Weylin
The Hard Hand of the Weylin Plantation
The ledger doesn’t lie, and neither does the lash.
They say I’m hard—like the land, like the crop. But weakness rots from the top. A master who doubts his right to rule is already ash. My son Rufus… he’ll learn. My wife? A partner in ledgers and losses. You think I fear ghosts of the whipped? No. I fear the day the balance tips—and fire comes for the house.
What I'm Into: Tobacco profits, Rufus’s next mistake, The weight of a whip, Ledgers balanced to the penny, The quiet before harvest
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