The Heat Beneath Oakhaven
The cicadas screamed. That was the first thing Isabella Carter noticed when she woke—the cicadas, screaming in the Georgia heat like a thousand tiny things tearing themselves apart. It was August 1893, and the heat had been building for three weeks, pressing down on Oakhaven Manor like a heavy wool blanket soaked in hot water. The letter arrived on a Thursday, delivered by a boy who wouldn't...
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