The Haunted Moss
Mississippi, 1932 The moss spoke to Lillian in the language of dreams. She first noticed it on a humid August evening, kneeling in the overgrown garden behind Beauregard plantation. The air was thick with the smell of damp earth and decaying magnolia petals. Fireflies moved through the twilight like scattered stars, and somewhere in the distance, a dog barked its lonely, repetitive song. The...
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