The Labyrinth of Bone and Ivy (V-06)
The humidity of the Mississippi Delta didn't just cling; it suffocated, a wet, heavy blanket that smelled of river mud and ancient, rotting secrets. Silas Thorne lived in a house that was less a building and more a slow-motion collapse, a sprawling Victorian ruin overgrown with ivy that seemed to pulse with a slow, rhythmic heartbeat. Silas was a man of fragmented memories, a scholar of the...
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