The Shadow of Magnolia Hall
ACT I: THE RISE Magnolia Hall stood at the edge of the Mississippi River like a broken tooth in a rotten jaw. Its columns, once white and proud, were now the color of old bone, strangled by ivy that had grown thick as a man's wrist. The roof sagged in the middle like a tired man sinking into his chair. Catherine Beauregard had inherited it from her mother, who had inherited it from hers, and...
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