The Ninth Grimoire
The town of Blackwood did not appear on any modern map. It sat in a valley of the American South where the humidity felt like a wet blanket and the cypress trees wept gray moss into stagnant bayous. Silas had returned to Blackwood not out of love, but out of a desperate need to understand the madness that had claimed his father. In the cellar of the family estate, beneath layers of salt and...
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