Sample-V05: The Root of All Evil
The humidity of the Louisiana bayou does not just cling to the skin; it seeps into the bone, carrying the scent of rotting cypress and ancient secrets. Silas lived in the marrow of that swamp, a man discarded by a family whose name was still whispered with reverence in the town of Blackwood. He was born wrong—limbs too long, skin the color of river silt, and a strength that frightened the...
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