The Flourishing Dark
The Flourishing Dark The fire came at 3:00 AM on a night in late October. Lally Beauregard was staying at her great-aunt's house in Oakhaven, twenty miles from Magnolia House—the great crumbling plantation that had been her family's for four generations and was currently worth less than the land it sat on. She woke to an orange glow on the horizon, the sky bruised purple and gold, and the smell...
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