The Mimic's Return
The Blackwood Estate was a rotting tooth in the jaw of the Mississippi Delta. Moss hung from the cypress trees like funeral shrouds, and the air was thick with the scent of stagnant water and old secrets. Ulysses, the last of the Blackwood line, lived in the attic, surrounded by leather-bound books and brass instruments that hummed with a forbidden energy. He had discovered a rift—a thin spot...
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