The Bone Orchard (V-05)

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The humidity in the bayou didn't just cling to the skin; it seeped into the soul, carrying the scent of rotting cypress and old, unwashed sins. I sat on the porch of the Blackwood manor, watching the Spanish moss hang like grey shrouds from the ancient oaks. The house was a skeletal remain of a grander age, its white paint peeling away like dead skin to reveal the grey, weathered wood beneath....

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