**The Dust of Memory**
The town of Oakhaven didn't just decay; it dissolved. It was a place of sagging porches, rusted fences, and secrets that had fermented in the humid heat of the Georgia backcountry for a century. In Oakhaven, the past wasn't a memory; it was a physical weight, a layer of silt that covered everything in a fine, grey dust. Mae Vance returned to Oakhaven in the autumn of 1954, driving a black sedan...
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