The Labyrinth of Blood

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The heat in Louisiana did not just linger; it oppressed. It was a thick, humid weight that smelled of river silt, rotting jasmine, and the slow, inevitable decay of the South. For Silas, returning to the Blackwood Estate was like stepping back into a fever dream. The house, a sprawling gothic monstrosity of grey stone and weeping willow, sat at the end of a road that seemed to lead nowhere. It...

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