THE RIVER'S DARK FREQUENCY
Act I -- The Swamp The mill stood on the banks of the Mississippi like a tired old man leaning against a wall he can no longer support. Beau LeBlanc had inherited it three years ago, along with the portraits of dead relatives that lined its rotting halls and the scent of mildew and magnolia that permeated everything. The swamp outside was alive. Beau could feel it through the windows -- the...
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