Every time I opened the pantry door, a little wave of anxiety hit me. The shelves seemed almost confrontational in their disarray.
Boxes stacked awkwardly, spices tumbling out of baskets, and canned goods teetering on the edge.
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Every time I opened the pantry door, a little wave of anxiety hit me. The shelves seemed almost confrontational in their disarray.
Boxes stacked awkwardly, spices tumbling out of baskets, and canned goods teetering on the edge.
Chapter 1: The Shadows of Oglethorpe On the humid afternoon of June 4, 1824, an unnatural stillness enveloped the primary estate of the Whittaker…