The Hollowing of Oakhaven
The heat in Oakhaven did not arrive so much as it accumulated, layer by layer, like the slow suffocation of something old and buried finally turning over in its grave. By the time Cassidy Blackwood understood what had happened, the air was so thick with it that you could taste the earth itself—iron and rot and the faint sweetness of decaying magnolia petals. It was called the Quiet Thursday...
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