The King of the Mire

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The air in the Bayou was a thick, humid soup that tasted of salt and decay. Silas Thorne sat on a throne made of salvaged cypress and rusted iron, watching the fireflies dance over the black water. Around him, the remnants of a broken army—men who had seen too much blood and forgotten the sound of their own names—stood guard with rifles that looked as weathered as the land. Silas was a ghost in...

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