The MississippiLedger
The house was dying. Thomas Beauregard knew this the moment he stepped through the front door and felt the floorboards groan beneath his feet like the bones of something ancient and suffering.It was October 1867, and the Mississippi Delta was thick with humidity and the smell of magnolia blossoms decaying on the ground. The Beauregard plantation—two hundred acres of land that had once produced...
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