The Carnival of Lies
The town of Oakhaven was a place where the humidity felt like a wet blanket and the history felt like a noose. It was a town of rotting porches, weeping willows, and secrets that had been buried so deep they had started to ferment. Silas arrived in Oakhaven in a black carriage, wearing a suit that cost more than the average house in the county. He didn't come with a Bible or a badge; he came...
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