The Hat of Evidence
The humidity of the Mississippi Delta didn't just cling to the skin; it clung to the soul. Julian lived in the shadow of his grandfather's legacy, a sprawling plantation house that was more rot than wood, surrounded by weeping willows that looked like drowned giants. The Shadow had haunted the attic for three generations. It wasn't a rowdy ghost; it was a rhythmic one. Every night, it would...
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