The Willow's Lament
(Southern Gothic) The manor house at Blackwood stood like a rotting tooth in the jaw of the Louisiana bayou. It was a place of weeping willows and stagnant water, where the air was so thick with humidity and decay that it felt like breathing through a wet cloth. I have served the Blackwood family for forty years. I saw the rise of the patriarch and the slow, agonizing slide of his descendants....
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