The Kiss of the Willow
The town of Oakhaven was a place where the air always tasted of damp earth and old secrets. It sat in a valley of the American South, surrounded by weeping willows that dipped their branches into the stagnant waters of the Blackwood Creek. In Oakhaven, the past was not a memory; it was a physical presence, a heavy humidity that slowed the heartbeat and dimmed the eyes. Silas lived in the...
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