Sample V-08: The Labyrinth of Power
The humidity of the Mississippi Delta was a physical weight, smelling of river mud and ancient, rotting secrets. Silas Thorne walked through the overgrown gardens of the Blackwood Estate, where the willow trees wept over graves that had no names. In the South, power wasn't about armies or money; it was about blood and the stories that blood told. Silas was a collector of stories. He didn't want...
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