The Vessel of Greed
The humidity of the Louisiana bayou felt like a wet shroud, smelling of sulfur and rot. Silas lived in the shadow of the Blackwood Manor, a crumbling monument to a family that had traded its soul for cotton and blood. Silas was a pariah, a bastard born of a secret sin, but he possessed a gift: he could reinforce the "curse" within an object. He thought he was the master. He was wrong. It...
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