THE HOUSE ON BEAUREGARD LANE
THE HOUSE ON BEAUREGARD LANE A Southern Gothic Tale Part I I was born a slave. That is a fact, like my name or the number of teeth I had when I was twenty. My mother was still enslaved when emancipation was proclaimed, which means I was born into a world that was supposed to be free and discovered, slowly and then all at once, that freedom is a word people use when they want you to do the same...
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