The Silt Bride
In the humid heart of Louisiana, Silas lived in a house that was slowly being swallowed by the swamp. The plantation was a skeleton of white pillars and rotting mahogany, a monument to a family history written in blood and soil, where the air was thick with the smell of jasmine and decay. Silas was a man of silence, haunted by the whispers of ancestors he wished he could forget, men who had...
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