The Swamp of Souls
(V-10: Southern Gothic) The Blackwood Estate sat in the heart of the Louisiana bayou, a rotting carcass of a house surrounded by cypress trees that looked like skeletal fingers reaching out of the mud. The air was thick with the smell of decay and jasmine, a cloying sweetness that masked the scent of the grave. Colonel Sterling lived there alone, a man whose name was a curse in the local...
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