The Memory Hunter

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The Memory Hunter

The humidity of the Louisiana bayou has a way of dissolving everything—wood, iron, and eventually, the mind. I live in the skeleton of a plantation house, a place where the wallpaper peels like dead skin and the air tastes of salt and rot. My name is Silas, and I am the curator of a museum of ghosts. I have lived for a thousand years, but my memory is a moth-eaten tapestry. I remember the smell...

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