The Magnolia Tangle
The Magnolia Tangle I The shutter wouldn't stay closed. Clara Beaumont hammered it with a fist that had lost its softness somewhere between girlhood and the woman she was becoming, and the wood groaned but held, and the wind came through anyway because that is what wind does in Magnolia Springs -- it finds the places you've sealed and reminds you that sealing is an illusion. She was nineteen,...
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