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Cicadas fade, porch lights warm, and the air thickens with memory. Across the American South, towns hold beauty and ruin in the same frame, where magnolias shade courthouse steps and cemeteries tilt toward the river. Writers and filmmakers borrowed these corners for monsters that look a lot like grief, guilt, or history refusing to sleep. The architecture whispers, the soil remembers, and a single street can hold three centuries at once. Here are places where story…..