The Ouroboros Knot
The Blackwood Manor sat like a rotting tooth in the jaw of the Georgia coastline, surrounded by cypress trees that wept grey moss into the stagnant swamp. Silas returned to the house not for the inheritance, but for the truth. His family had been the keepers of the "Silent Acre," a patch of land where the laws of physics and time were merely suggestions. While exploring the overgrown perimeter...
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