The Soul Erosion

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The Soul Erosion

The humidity of the Georgia summer was a physical weight, smelling of damp earth and the slow rot of the Magnolia trees. I walked through the halls of Blackwood Manor, my boots clicking on the mahogany floors that seemed to absorb the light. In my pocket, the iron key felt cold, an unnatural chill that seeped through my trousers and into my skin. I had inherited the key from my father, who had...

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