The Bayou of Broken Saints
The air in the Louisiana bayou was a thick, humid soup that tasted of salt and decay. Silas lived in the ruins of the Belle-Vue plantation, a skeletal structure of white columns and rotting mahogany that sank slowly into the black mud. He had turned the house into a fortress, not to keep the Hollows out, but to keep the survivors in. "The mud is the only thing that is honest," Silas would...
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