"The Weight of White Roses"
"The Weight of White Roses The heat in July didn't sit on the Beauregard plantation — it lived there. It moved through the rooms like a person who had forgotten which house was hers and decided to stay anyway. Cordelia Beauregard walked through the rose garden at six in the morning, before the sun had fully climbed above the treeline, when the air still held a fraction of the night's coolness...
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