Dust of the Manor

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Dust of the Manor

I arrived at the Beauregard manor in the autumn of 1920, when I was eight years old and my mother was six months into her grave and my father was six bottles into his third bottle of the day. The manor sat on a hill outside Natchez, Mississippi, and it looked like a wounded animal that had not yet realized it was dying—big, proud, beautiful, and slowly bleeding out. "Samuel," Delphine...

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