The Curse of the Forgotten Harvest (V-03)
The air in Oakhaven was thick, not with fog, but with a humidity that felt like a wet blanket soaked in old blood. It was a town of rotting porches and weeping willows, where the history of the South lay buried in shallow graves and unspoken secrets. Silas lived in the center of this decay, in a house that seemed to lean away from the sun. Silas did not love the kitchen. To him, the scent of...
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