The Beauregard Decay

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PART I The house sat on a hill above the Mississippi River like a dying king on a broken throne. It had been beautiful once—white columns, wide verandas, gardens of jasmine and magnolia. Now the columns were cracked, the verandas sagged, and the gardens had grown wild, the jasmine choking the magnolia in a slow, green war that neither would win. William Beauregard stood on the front porch and...

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