The House of Seven Fires
The Mercer place sat on a hill in south Georgia like a sentence nobody finished—a long, rambling structure of weathered white wood and sagging porches that had once been elegant and were now something else entirely. Something haunted. People in town said Magnolia House was cursed. Not in the way that haunted houses are cursed in stories, with ghosts and cold spots and doors that open by...
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