The Heron's Lament
Silas lived in a house that was more rot than wood, a sagging plantation in the heart of the Louisiana bayou. The air was a thick soup of humidity and jasmine, and the land was a graveyard of forgotten ambitions. Silas was a man of eccentricities, a collector of rusted weather-vanes and dead languages, living among the ghosts of a family that had lost everything but their pride. He found the...
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