Jazz and Roses
The fire started at midnight, as fires always do in the Southquietly at first, then all at once, as though the whole house had made a single, furious decision. Clara Beaumont felt the heat before she saw the flames, a wall of orange pressing against her bedroom window like something alive, and when she opened her eyes she was sitting in her chaise longue at the debutante ball, silk around her...
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