Sample V-08: The Bloodline Curse
(A Southern Gothic) The Blackwood Estate sat like a rotting tooth in the middle of the Mississippi delta, draped in Spanish moss that looked like funeral veils clinging to the skeletal arms of ancient oaks. The house was a monument to a forgotten grandeur, its white paint peeling in long, sickly strips, its windows like blind eyes staring out over the stagnant swamps. Silas had been kept in the...
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