The Bone-Hollow Pact

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The humidity in the bayou was a physical weight, a wet blanket that smelled of sulfur and decaying magnolia. Silas moved through the cypress knees and hanging Spanish moss like a trespasser in a cathedral of rot. He had been cast out by the family—the great House of Thorne—for the sin of his birth. A bastard’s blood, they said, was a stain that no amount of prayer could bleach. He had not come...

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