The Parasite of the Bayou (V-05)

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The air in the Louisiana bayou is not air; it is a warm, wet blanket of decay. It smells of stagnant water, rotting cypress, and the sweet, cloying scent of jasmine that masks the stench of things dying in the mud. I live in the ruins of the Thorne plantation, a skeletal mansion that sinks deeper into the mire with every passing season. I remember the ice. I remember the silence of a...

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