The Manor of Whispering Angles
(Variant V-05: Southern Gothic) The Blackwood Estate sat like a rotting tooth in the jaw of the Mississippi Delta. It was a place of weeping willows and salt-stained porches, where the air tasted of damp earth and old secrets. Silas, the last of the Blackwood line, lived in the shadow of his ancestors, a man whose skin was as pale as the moths that fluttered in the hallways. In the cellar,...
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