The Ossuary of Secrets
The air in the Louisiana bayou does not move; it stagnates, thick with the scent of rotting cypress and ancient, undisturbed mud. Silas Vance had woken up in the year 1880 in a manor that felt less like a home and more like a tomb. He was a man of the twenty-first century, a forensic pathologist who had spent his life decoding the language of the dead, only to find himself trapped in a place...
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