The Beauregard Loop
I. The basement door had been locked for thirty years, but the key was in William Beauregard's pocket, and he turned it with a hand that did not shake, though everything inside him was shaking. The stairs descended into darkness thick enough to touch. Will lit a candle—the electric lights had been out in this part of the house since he was a boy, ever since Grandmother Delphine had declared...
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