Title: The Archive of Dust
The humidity of the Georgia coast clung to everything like a wet, suffocating blanket that smelled of salt, pine needles, and slow rot. Silas, a boy of fifteen with eyes that had seen too much and a voice that had forgotten how to laugh, spent his days in the attic of a crumbling plantation, recording the sounds of a dying world. The first act was the ritual of recording. Silas used an old...
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