The Weight of the Magnolia
## Act I: Setup The humidity in Savannah didn't just hang in the air; it possessed it. It was a thick, suffocating blanket that smelled of damp earth and decaying jasmine, turning the afternoon into a slow-motion blur of heat and silence. For Clara, returning to 'Blackwood Manor' was like stepping back into a grave that had refused to close. The ancestral home, once the jewel of the lowcountry,...
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