The Blood-Stained Soil
The Blackwood Estate sat in the heart of the Mississippi Delta like a rotting tooth in a dying mouth. It was a place of weeping willows, stagnant bayous, and a history so heavy it seemed to warp the very air. Silas had returned to the estate after twenty years, inheriting a house that hated him and a land that remembered everything. In the cellar, beneath a layer of century-old dust and dried...
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