The Root of Fire
The humidity of the Georgia swamp didn't just cling to the skin; it seeped into the bone, carrying the scent of rotting magnolia and ancient secrets. Silas returned to the Blackwood Estate not as a conqueror, but as a caretaker. The manor was a skeletal ruin of white pillars and peeling paint, sinking slowly into the black mire of the bayou. His father lay in the master bedroom, a withered husk...
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