The magnolias were blooming, which meant the Beauregard family was dying. Clara watched the petal...
The magnolias were blooming, which meant the Beauregard family was dying. Clara watched the petals fall from her bedroom window, white discs on the green lawn, and understood the metaphor well enough to find it almost funny. Almost. The house groaned around her—the same house her great-grandfather had built with money extracted from three hundred souls, the same house where the floors still...
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