The Moss of Memory
The humidity of the Georgia coast felt like a wet shroud. Silas returned to Blackwood Creek not as a savior, but as a ghost. He carried a briefcase of encrypted files and a heart full of scars from a decade of "wetwork" for the Agency. He had spent ten years erasing people from existence; now, he wanted to find the one person he had failed to erase from his own mind: Elena. Blackwood Creek was...
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