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Among them was the woman who had delivered him into the world years earlier. He had not thought of her often, but when he did, it was with a strange mixture of distance and recognition. She moved through the quarters and fields with a quiet authority that did not require acknowledgment to exist. People listened when she spoke, even if only briefly, and there was a steadiness in her presence that contrasted sharply with the tension inside the main house.
Thomas did not yet know what to make of any of this. His education had taught him systems, hierarchies, classifications. It had not taught him how to understand contradiction.
As the months passed, the expectations placed upon him by his father did not diminish. If anything, they became more pointed. The question of inheritance lingered constantly in the background, even when unspoken. The plantation was vast, profitable, and tightly controlled, but it depended on continuity. Judge Callahan was not a man comfortable with uncertainty, and Thomas represented precisely that.
So decisions were made around him rather than with him.
Marriage proposals were considered and dismissed. Social introductions were attempted and abandoned. Each failure reinforced the same conclusion in the minds of those around him: that Thomas was unsuitable for the role his birth had assigned him.