The Cipher Murder
The Blackwood estate in Mississippi was a monument to rot. Its white columns were peeling like dead skin, and the air tasted of damp earth and old secrets. The family that lived there, the Blackwoods, spoke a dialect that sounded like English but functioned like a puzzle—a private cipher passed down through generations to keep the world out. To an outsider, it sounded like a series of clicks...
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