The Ledger of Lost Souls
I have served the Sterling family for forty years, and in that time, I have learned that the most dangerous thing in a house is a secret that refuses to stay buried. The manor, a crumbling monument to a dead era, sat amidst the weeping willows and the heavy, humid air of the Georgia coast, smelling of salt and slow decay. Master Edmund and Master Julian were children of a different sort. They...
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