The Secrets of Blackwood Creek
The humidity of the Georgia summer hung over Blackwood Creek like a wet wool blanket. Sarah returned to her ancestral home not for nostalgia, but for the dirt. As a historian, she believed that the truth was never found in archives, but in the strata of the earth. The town was a collection of rotting porches and weeping willows, a place where the past didn't just haunt the present—it owned it....
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