The Root of the Void

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The humidity of the Georgia coast was a physical weight, a thick, wet blanket that smelled of salt, decaying pine and the lingering scent of old money. Ada stepped off the bus in Oakhaven, the red clay dust coating her boots. She had come back to the family estate not to reclaim it, but to bury the ghosts of a childhood spent in the suffocating grip of Southern propriety. The house, a sprawling...

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