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62 frEE masons at thE Door Every black Mason with a sugar jar of savings had a little less money after those two men knocked. Those tar-seared men. Folks said in Cuba Negro men’s faces could hold their own shape. Despite their valise full of bullets, what hope did these men have unless they could get quickly to the docks? Thornton Sr. had a truck and he drove the Brothers to New Orleans. They all gave what they could to help the men book passage. Those bodies would heal, but no one could pluck that furious feathered fluttering. If they didn’t leave, who could ever cut down the high strung beating of those scarred men’s hearts? ...

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