The Rotting Reflection
(Based on V-05: Southern Gothic) The Blackwood Estate did not just decay; it surrendered to the swamp. The great columns of the porch were strangled by wisteria, and the air was a thick, humid soup of jasmine and rot. Elias lived there alone, a ghost in a house of ghosts, tending to a legacy of blood and soil that had long since turned sour. In the cellar, beneath layers of dust and forgotten...
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