The House of Drowned Souls
The House of Drowned Souls ACT ONE The water was always rising. That's what Silas Whitmore saw when he closed his eyes: water, slow and brown and cold, creeping up the walls of a room he had never been in but knew better than his own house. It started when he was thirty-five, the same age his grandfather had been when he lost his mind, the same age his uncle had been when he put a rope in the...
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