The Saint's Greed
The manor of Blackwood stood like a rotting tooth in the landscape of the American South. It was a place of weeping willows and crumbling porches, where the air was thick with the scent of jasmine and decay. Reverend Thomas was the spiritual heart of the community, a man whose voice could move stones and whose smile could mask any sin. He preached about the purity of the soul and the necessity...
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