The Thorny Estate
The Delacroix Manor had been beautiful once. Pearl could see it in the way the columns still stood straight, in the way the iron gates still arched with a grace that decades of rust couldn't quite destroy. Beautiful and dying, like most things in this town. She stood on the front porch—which sagged perceptibly under her weight—and watched a heron wade through the overgrown duck pond that had...
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