The Memory Tax of Blackwood Manor
I. The Soil of Secrets Blackwood Manor sat like a rotting tooth in the jaw of the Georgia coastline, surrounded by weeping willows and a humidity that felt like a wet blanket. Caleb was the same as the house: a secret kept in the dark. The bastard son of the manor’s patriarch, he had been raised in the servants' quarters, a ghost in his own home. Caleb possessed a gift that was more of a...
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