The Roots of Silence
The air in Oakhaven didn't move; it stagnated, thick with the scent of damp earth and old, forgotten sins. Silas returned to the family estate not as a prodigal son, but as a scavenger. The manor was a rotting tooth in the jaw of the Georgia coast, its porches sagging under the weight of a century of humidity. In the cellar, beneath the cracked foundation, Silas found the Altar of Echoes. It...
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