The Secret of Magnolia Hall
The Secret of Magnolia Hall ACT I The heat in southern Louisiana in August does not merely sit upon you—it presses, the way a hand presses against your chest when someone is trying to tell you something you do not want to hear. Roseanne Delacroix felt it the moment she stepped off the train at Beaumont Station, her single suitcase warm in her grip, the dust of the track settling into the...
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