The Ivory Curse
The Blackwood Estate sat like a rotting tooth in the jaw of the Louisiana bayou. It was a place of weeping willows and sinking porches, where the air was thick with the scent of jasmine and decay. Silas had been the caretaker of Blackwood for forty years, a man who had become as grey and weathered as the cedar shingles of the main house. He found the creature in the emerald depths of the...
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