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The Blackwood Estate was a rotting tooth in the jaw of the Louisiana bayou. The air was a thick soup of humidity and the smell of stagnant water, and the house itself seemed to be sinking, not into the mud, but into the past. Clara had returned to the manor with a suitcase of old letters and a hunger for the truth. In the attic, hidden behind a wall of moth-eaten velvet, she found the...
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