The House of Black Cats
The heat in Oakhaven didn't fall from the sky so much as rise from the earth, a thick and suffocating blanket that made the dirt roads shimmer and the cypress trees weep dark resin onto the ground below. Silas Black sat on the porch of his sheriff's office, a cigarette burning between his fingers, and watched a buzzard circle over the cemetery across the street. The buzzard had been circling...
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