The Dead Woman in the Cotton
The Southern Hunt The Beauregard plantation had been dying for forty years. Cassidy knew this the moment she stepped off the train at Meridian Junction and breathed in the thick, humid air that smelled of magnolia and rot. The house sat on a hill overlooking the town like a queen who had long ago forgotten how to rule, surrounded by a lawn that was more weeds than grass, a fence that leaned in...
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