The Last Seat at the Table
The estate of Blackwood Manor sat like a rotting tooth in the jaw of the Mississippi Delta. The air was a thick, humid soup, smelling of river mud and ancestral decay. Outside, the world was ending—not with a bang, but with a slow, suffocating haze. The atmosphere had turned toxic, a chemical fog that turned the lungs to stone. Inside the manor, the Sterling siblings gathered for the first time...
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