The Key of the Hollow Oak
The town of Blackwood was a place where the humidity felt like a wet blanket and the history felt like a noose. It was a town of rotting porches, weeping willows, and secrets that had been buried so deep they had started to ferment. Silas was the town's ghost. He lived in a shack at the edge of the swamp, surrounded by jars of preserved specimens and books bound in skin. He was the keeper of...
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