The Ceiling of Blood
The estate of Blackwood Manor sat like a rotting tooth in the jaw of the Mississippi Delta. Here, the air was thick with the scent of jasmine and decay, and the law was not written in books, but in the blood. In Blackwood, your worth was determined by your "Ceiling"—a quantified limit of potential etched into the soul at birth. Silas was a house-slave to the Blackwood lineage, a man born with a...
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