Sample V-04: The Harvest of Rot
(Southern Gothic Style) The Blackwood estate was less of a home and more of a carcass, a skeletal ruin of white pillars and weeping willows that smelled of river mud and old secrets. Silas lived in the shadow of the ruins, a man whose skin was the color of wet parchment and whose eyes held the vacancy of a dried-up well. He was the last of a line cursed by a greed that had long since consumed...
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