The Architecture of Sorrow
Blackwater was a town designed for the dying. Tucked away in the humid, suffocating embrace of the Louisiana bayou, it existed as a collection of sinking porches and rotting cypress trees that looked like the skeletal fingers of a drowned giant. For those who remained, the isolation was not a burden but a shield, a way to keep the world from noticing the slow-motion collapse of their community....
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