Ashes of the Old Stage
Ashes of the Old Stage Act I: The Charity Performance The humidity in Natchez does not sit on your skin. It enters you. It settles in your lungs and your bones and the spaces between your ribs where the heart lives, and it makes everything heavier, including memory. Clary Mae Delacroix sat in the back row of the Orpheum Theater in Memphis, her schoolteacher's dress pressed and pinned and...
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