The Torn Letter
The Torn Letter I June had arrived in St. Malo, Louisiana the way it always arrived in June of 1954: heavy as a wet shroud, insistent as a sin you cannot confess, pressing down upon the red clay and the rotting cane fields and the few remaining brick streets until the air itself seemed to rise from the ground like breath from a grave. The Beauregard family had been holding their annual picnic...
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