The Bloodline Mystery
The humidity of the Georgia coast felt like a wet shroud, clinging to the decaying columns of the Blackwood Estate. Caleb had come home not for the inheritance, but for the answers. He had spent his life as a wanderer, haunted by a physical capability he couldn't explain—a speed and precision in combat that felt less like training and and more like a memory encoded in his DNA. The estate was a...
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