The Gilded Cage of Magnolia Hall
September arrived in St. Clair with the humidity of a swamp and the weight of a verdict. Rose Marlowe stepped off the bus with a single leather suitcase and a magnolia branch she had tucked into the handle—a superstition from her grandmother, who had said that magnolias grew through anything. Rose had tested that theory with a cracked pot of soil on a shotgun shack porch and found it true. She...
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