The Blood Lineage
(V-07: Southern Gothic) The Blackwood estate sat like a rotting tooth in the jaw of the Mississippi Delta. The air was a thick, humid soup that smelled of jasmine and decay. Julian had returned to the house after ten years in the city, carrying nothing but a suitcase and a heavy sense of dread. In the attic, hidden behind a false wall of moth-eaten velvet, Julian found the Ledger of the Blood....
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