The Bloodline of Silence
(Variant V-08: Southern Gothic) The Blackwood estate didn't just decay; it surrendered. The white pillars were choked by wisteria that looked like strangling fingers, and the air in the valley was always thick with the scent of damp earth and rotting jasmine. Silas returned to the house in July, the heat pressing down on him like a wet wool blanket. He had come back to find his brother, Julian,...
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