The Swamp of the Silent King
In the town of Oakhaven, the humidity was a physical weight, and the mud seemed to have a memory of everything it had ever swallowed. Elias was a man of shadows, a stuttering, fragile youth who spent his days cleaning the stables of the men who mocked him. He was the town's favorite punching bag, a living reminder of what happens when a man has no spine. For twenty years, Elias accepted his...
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