Mystery of the Southern Manor
The house had been waiting for me since before I was born. I knew this with the kind of certainty that has nothing to do with logic and everything to do with the way certain rooms seem to hold their breath when you walk in, the way certain photographs seem to look at you from the wall with expressions you can't quite read. Faulkner Manor sat on thirty acres of overgrown land outside Natchez,...
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