The Grey Harvest
(V-05: Southern Gothic) The house at Blackwater Creek did not so much stand as it did lean, a rotting skeleton of white columns and peeling paint that seemed to be sinking into the humid, oppressive soil of the Mississippi Delta. Silas Thorne sat on the porch, watching the horizon. The sky was the color of a bruised plum, and the air was thick with the smell of river mud and slow decay. The...
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