The Star-Map of Blackwood Manor
Blackwood Manor sat like a rotting tooth in the jaw of the Mississippi Delta. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and decay, and the house itself seemed to breathe with a slow, rhythmic malice. Silas, the last of the Blackwood line, lived in the attic, surrounded by star-maps that bled ink and books bound in skin. The town of Oakhaven was dying, but not from the drought. People were...
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