The Whispers of the Willow
The town of Oakhaven was a place where time didn't flow; it stagnated. Nestled in the humid heart of the American South, it was a land of weeping willows, crumbling plantations, and secrets that lived in the soil. The air was always thick, smelling of damp earth and the cloying sweetness of rotting jasmine. In Oakhaven, the past wasn't a memory; it was a presence. Silas was a ghost in his own...
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