The Wall of Silas
(V-03: Southern Gothic Power) The humidity of the Delta was a physical weight, a wet blanket that smelled of river mud and rotting magnolia. In the town of Oakhaven, the land didn't just belong to the people; it belonged to the river, and the river was hungry. Silas arrived in Oakhaven not as a savior, but as a necessity. A former Colonel with a face like a scarred cliff and eyes that had seen...
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