The Decay of the Southern Estate

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The humidity of the Louisiana bayou did not just linger; it consumed. It seeped into the velvet curtains of the Blackwood Manor, turning them into heavy, moldering rags that smelled of river silt and forgotten sins. Elias, the last steward of the estate, moved through the corridors with a slow, rhythmic limp, his presence as faded as the wallpaper peeling from the walls. He was a man of silence...

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