The Humidity of Lies

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The air in the Mississippi Delta didn't just sit; it pressed. It was a wet, suffocating blanket that smelled of river silt and slow rot. Silas lived in a house that was being eaten by the land, the porch sagging like a tired lip, the white paint peeling away to reveal the grey, weathered wood beneath. He was a man carved from mahogany and grief, his days spent fighting a losing war against the...

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