"You came," Mamie said. It wasn't a question.
The magnolias bloomed on the porch of Heart of Oak plantation, their white flowers heavy and fragrant in the Georgia heat. Cora Beauregard sat on the rotting wooden steps and watched her brother walk through the garden below. Thomas moved differently now. His steps were jerky, unnatural, like a puppet whose strings had been pulled too tight. His eyes were wild— too bright, too focused on...
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