The Gilded Cage of Mercy
The humidity of the Georgia summer hung over the plantation like a wet wool blanket, smelling of magnolia and rot. Rose lived in the same house she had been born in, but she lived there as a guest of honor, a delicate flower preserved in a jar of honey. She had no hands. The "accident" had happened years ago, a tragedy that had left her physically diminished but socially exalted. For Rose, the...
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