The House of Broken Pillars
The House of Broken Pillars ACT I: INCITING The Beauregard plantation sat on a bluff overlooking the Mississippi River, its white pillars cracked and peeling like sunburnt skin. Julian Beauregard drove up the gravel drive in a rental car, the dust rising behind him like smoke from a fire that had long since gone out. He was thirty-one, educated at Yale, dressed in a suit that looked ridiculous...
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