The Bone Chambers
Blackwater sat in Mississippi like a held breath. Elias Thorne arrived on a Thursday in October, driving a Ford that coughed dust and determination in equal measure. The town had a population of four hundred and thirty-seven souls, according to the faded sign at the edge of Route 61, though the 'seven' had long ago fallen off, leaving the number four hundred and thirty something that no one...
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