The Moss-Covered Silence
The Blackwood Estate did not sit upon the land; it haunted it. Surrounded by a swamp that breathed a thick, sulfurous mist, the house was a skeletal remain of Southern grandeur, its white pillars peeling like dead skin. Lily grew up in the silence of the house, a child of whispers and locked doors. Her Aunt May, the housekeeper, was a woman whose eyes were always scanning the horizon for a...
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