The Reluctant Torch
The Blackwood Estate was a sprawling, decaying monument to a family that had once owned half the county and now owned nothing but debts and ghosts. The house sat atop a jagged cliff in the Georgia hills, its white paint peeling like dead skin, its gardens overtaken by aggressive, strangling vines. Julian hated the house. He hated the smell of damp earth and old paper, and he hated the legacy of...
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