The Watcher in the Beams
The snake was coiled in the beams like an ancient secret, waiting to be discovered again. I knew this the moment I saw it, on my wedding night, in the attic of the old Calloway house that my husband's family had occupied for four generations and that I had married into with the sort of naive enthusiasm that Southern girls are raised on, from Sunday school lessons to tea parties to the quiet,...
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