The Hidden Archive
The house in Savannah was a labyrinth of weeping willows and rotting mahogany, a place where the humidity felt like a physical weight. Julian had married Clara in a whirlwind of Southern charm and old-world elegance. For the first few months, she was the perfect hostess, her laughter like wind-chimes in a storm. But as the summer heat intensified, Clara began to slip into a strange, nocturnal...
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