The Mire of Bloodlines

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(V-03: Southern Gothic) The humidity in the Louisiana bayou was a physical weight, smelling of sulfur and slow decay. Silas walked the edge of the swamp, his mind a fractured mirror. He didn't know why he had come back to the ancestral lands of the Blackwood estate, only that a rhythmic, pulsing pull in his blood had dragged him here. Beside him was Caleb, a guide with a face like a dried prune...

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