The Lightning of Thornfield
The Beauregard estate had stood for four generations, its white columns and wraparound porches rising from the Mississippi soil like a monument to something that was already dying when Clara first drew breath. Thornfield was beautiful in the way that all Southern estates were beautiful: with the terrible, suffocating beauty of a thing built on the suffering of other people. Clara Beauregard was...
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