The Mirror of Blood and Moss
Silas returned to the Blackwood Estate not as a son, but as a scavenger. The house was a rotting tooth in the jaw of the Louisiana bayou, a place where the air tasted of salt and decay, and the cypress trees wept grey moss like funeral veils. He had been exiled ten years ago for a crime he didn't commit, or perhaps for a crime he hadn't yet realized he was capable of. In the basement, beneath a...
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