The Stillness of the Swamp
**Act I: The Setup** The village of Blackwater did not exist on any official map. It was a smudge of grey and green lost in the suffocating embrace of the Louisiana bayou, where the cypress trees knelt in the black water like ancient, grieving giants. In Blackwater, the air was not breathed; it was swallowed, a thick, humid soup of decaying vegetation, sulfur, and the distant, rhythmic thrum of...
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