The Blood-Stained Anvil

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Chapter One The house on Blackwood Lane smelled of damp and decay, the way houses smell when no one has lived in them long enough to chase the rot out of the walls. Silas Blackwood stood in the doorway and let the Mississippi humidity wash over him, thick and suffocating as a wet blanket, and he thought: this is what inheritance feels like. Not money. Not land. Not the sprawling two-story...

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