The Unseen Witness (V-06)
The plantation, known as Blackwood Manor, was a rotting carcass of a house, sinking slowly into the humid soil of Mississippi. I have watched it all from the eaves, from the shadows of the weeping willows, and from the cold silence of the cellar. I am the memory of this house, the residue of a man who once owned every blade of grass and every soul upon it. For decades, I existed as a hunger, a...
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