The Inheritance of Smoke
The house at the end of Bayou Dorcheau Road had been burning for three hours before anyone noticed. By the time the volunteer fire brigade arrived from Lafayette Parish, the west wing had collapsed into the live oaks, and the east wing was a lattice of orange ribs against the night sky. They found Cora Beaumont sitting on the stone bench beside the collapsed gazebo, wrapped in a man's overcoat...
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