The Bloodline Conspiracy
The humidity of the Georgia summer was a physical weight, thick with the scent of rotting magnolias and damp earth. Silas returned to Blackwood Manor not as a conqueror, but as a ghost. The estate, once the jewel of the county, was now a skeletal ruin of grey stone and choking ivy, a monument to a lineage that had spent a century pretending its foundations weren't built on bone. Silas had spent...
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