The Ghosts of Magnolia Lane
The humidity of the Georgia summer felt like a wet blanket, smelling of rotting peaches and old secrets. In the shadow of the crumbling plantations, the children of the South had built a kingdom of dust. The "Blight" had taken the adults, but it had left behind something worse: the Echoes. The Echoes were not ghosts in the traditional sense. They were shimmering, translucent outlines of the...
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