The Plantation of Silence
The house creaked at night. Not the normal settling sounds of an old building, but something deeper, more deliberate, as if the walls themselves were speaking in a language that only the living could hear and the dead had forgotten. Celia Beauregard had inherited the house and three hundred acres of Mississippi land six months ago, on the death of her father, Horace Beauregard, who had been a...
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