The Abyss Mirror
Act I Reverend Elias Thorne arrived in Mirror Creek on a Tuesday in October, when the swamp was breathing out its autumn rot and the cypress trees stood like sentinels in black water. He was twenty-eight years old, educated at Yale, ordained by the Diocese of Jackson, and possessed of a rationality so thorough it bordered on arrogance. The church was a small white building on a rise above the...
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