The Inherited Debt
(V-14: Southern Gothic) The air in Louisiana was a thick, suffocating blanket of jasmine and rot, a humidity that felt like a physical weight upon the shoulders of anyone who dared to breathe. Clara sat on the porch of the plantation house, a structure that had once been the pride of the parish but was now a skeletal ruin of peeling white paint and sagging verandas. She was thirty-four years...
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