The Geometry of the Ruins
(Variant V-08: Southern Gothic) The air in the Delta was a thick, humid soup that tasted of river mud and slow decay. In the shadow of the Blackwood Manor—a skeletal ruin of white pillars and rotting porches—lived Professor Silas. He was a man who looked like he had been assembled from scrap parts and old grievances, his skin a map of liver spots and age-sores, his breath a wet, rattling...
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