The Rotting Laurel

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(Variant V-05: Southern Gothic) The humidity of the Mississippi Delta was a physical weight, a wet blanket that smelled of river mud and decaying magnolias. Silas stood on the porch of Blackwood Manor, watching the paint peel from the columns in long, sickly strips. The house was a skeletal remain of a grandeur that had died fifty years ago, but to Silas, it was the only thing in the world that...

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