The Beauchamp Curse
I Cathy stood before the iron gates of Beauchamp Plantation, watching the sunset's golden dust rise like a burial shroud across the yard. The air was thick with humidity, with the scent of rotting magnolias and the distant, mournful croaking of frogs from the bayou. She was twenty-five, and she had inherited nothing but debts, madness, and a curse that had eaten her family for three...
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