One ledger, however, survived, hidden in a foundation wall and discovered during highway construction in 1959. Inside were measurements, bloodline charts, and something called a purification project. Before we get into the story of what happened to this albino and the hidden complex where Margaret conducted her experiments, I need to ask you something.
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The Savannah summer heat was a physical burden, crushing the crowd gathered near the waterfront slave market. Margaret Dunore arrived in her carriage, alone as always, a powerful woman whose figure commanded attention in an era when such girth signaled wealth and power.
At 47, she had been a widow for 13 years, running her late husband’s plantation with an iron will that alarmed her overseers and distrusted her neighbors. But what truly distinguished Margaret wasn’t her appearance or her business acumen. It was the library she had amassed over the past decade. Over 300 books on natural philosophy, anatomy, and animal husbandry,
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