The Archive of Secrets
The town of Blackwood was a place where the humidity felt like a physical weight and the secrets were buried deeper than the roots of the ancient cypress trees. I arrived in August, a journalist with a notebook full of questions and a heart full of misplaced hope. I was looking for my father, a man who had vanished from this town thirty years ago, leaving behind nothing but a single, cryptic...
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