The Weight of the Heirloom
(V-03: Southern Gothic) The humidity in the Mississippi Delta didn't just hang; it suffocated. Elias lived in the skeleton of a plantation house, a place where the wallpaper peeled like dead skin and the floorboards groaned under the weight of secrets. He didn't choose the life of a collector; the collection had chosen him. It started with the Silver Compass. It had arrived in a rusted trunk...
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