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The Echoes of Blackwood Manor The humidity of the Georgia summer hung over Blackwood Manor like a wet wool blanket. Caleb sat in the library, surrounded by the rotting leather of a thousand ancestral journals. He was the last of the Blackwoods, a lineage that had once owned half the county and now owned nothing but a crumbling house and a name that tasted of ash. Caleb was obsessed with the...
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