Bloodlines of the Bayou

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2026-06-05 19:48:28 -

The humidity of the Louisiana bayou was a physical weight, a thick, wet blanket that smelled of sulfur and ancient decay. Silas Thorne stepped off the steamboat, his boots sinking into the black mud. He had come home to claim the Thorne estate, a crumbling plantation that looked like a skeletal hand reaching out of the swamp. Silas had spent ten years in Europe, trying to forget the whispers of...

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