The Mirror of Blackwater Manor
The live oaks around Blackwater Manor grew so thick that noon looked like twilight. Spanish moss hung from every branch like the beards of dead men, and the air smelled of wet earth and something older, something that had been rotting in the Mississippi soil since before the Civil War and would continue to rot long after the manor itself had collapsed into the ground that had always been...
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