The Rotting Grace
The town of Blackwood was a place where the trees grew crooked and the houses seemed to lean in to whisper secrets. Caleb lived in the ruins of the old Sterling estate, a skeletal mansion where the wallpaper hung in strips like flayed skin. He cared for his mother, a woman whose mind had been shattered by a grief so old it had become a religion. Silas arrived on a night when the moon was a...
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