ACT I - The Beginning
ACT I - The Beginning The heat arrived before Clara did, pressing against the car window like a hand that had forgotten how to let go. She had driven from New Orleans through three counties of road that seemed to exist only to separate one kind of decay from another. The trees leaned inward as if sharing a secret, their Spanish moss hanging like old curtains in a theater where no one remembered...
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