The Whispers of Willow Creek
(V-11: Southern Gothic) The humidity of Georgia hung over the town of Willow Creek like a wet wool blanket, smelling of pine needles and old secrets. Leo returned to the family estate—a sprawling, decaying mansion with peeling white paint and porches that sagged like tired eyelids. He had fled this place twenty years ago, but the land had a way of calling its own back. Ava was still there. She...
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