The Magnolia Hangar
The magnolias bloomed in April, as they always did, their white flowers heavy and sweet and indifferent to the fact that the house beneath them was rotting from the foundation up. Silas Durand stood in the doorway of the hangar and watched them for a long time, his massive frame silhouetted against the Mississippi heat, before turning back to the thing that slept inside. It was a biplane, or...
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