The Whispers of Blackwood (V-07)
The town of Blackwood didn't just decay; it fermented. It was a place of sagging porches, weeping willows, and secrets that had been buried so deep they had started to grow roots. I arrived there as a stranger, a young man named Caleb, searching for the ghost of a father who had vanished into the swamps twenty years ago. I found Silas in a shack that seemed to be held together by moss and...
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