The Rusting Heavens

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(Southern Gothic Style) The Blackwood estate sat like a rotting tooth in the jaw of the Mississippi Delta. The paint was peeling in long, sickly strips, and the wrap-around porch groaned under the weight of a century of humidity and secrets. Elias lived in the attic, a man whose mind had become a map of a country that didn't exist. "The sky is rusting, Mama!" he would howl at the moon, his...

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