The Beauregard Book of Tomorrow Ghosts
起势 The house smelled of magnolia and something else—something older, something that had nothing to do with flowers and everything to do with dirt and buried things. Julian Beauregard stood on the front porch with his rental car keys in his hand and wondered if his grandmother had been mad, or if mad was just the word people in New York used for things they didn't understand. The Beauregard...
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