The Burning Notes
The humidity in Oakhaven was the kind of humidity that made your clothes stick to you before you had done anything worth sticking to. Leland Beauregard stood on the porch of his family's mansion and watched the cicadas vibrate in the magnolia trees, their sound like a thousand tiny engines revving in unison, and thought that if the end of the world came, it would not come with fire and...
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