The Secret of the Southern Pines
The fog in Blackwood Creek didn't just settle; it breathed. It was a thick, sulfurous veil that clung to the weeping willows and the rotting piers of the river, smelling of old salt and buried secrets. In the center of this gray wasteland sat the Thorne Estate, a crumbling gothic mansion that looked like a skeletal hand reaching out of the earth. Caleb had been found in the pines, a shivering...
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