The Blackwood Deal

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The Blackwood Deal The Beauregard house smelled like money that had once been real. Clara could detect it in the wainscoting, in the faded silk of the drapes, in the way the floorboards sighed under her feet like people who remembered when they were walked on by clean shoes. She stood in the parlor and listened to her grandmother speak to a man she did not recognize. Madame Beauregard had...

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