The Rotting Delta
The humidity in the Mississippi Delta doesn't just hang in the air; it weighs on you, a wet shroud that smells of river mud and slow decay. Silas was a mute boy, born without a voice but with a soul that saw the world in vibrations. He lived in a town that had been forgotten by God and bypassed by the railroad, a place of crumbling porches and weeping willows. Silas was known for a peculiar...
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