The Vigil of the Void
Blackwater was a town that existed as a lingering bruise on the landscape of the Louisiana bayou. It was a place of rotting cypress trees and sinking porches, where the air felt thick with the weight of a history that refused to stay buried. For the few who remained, the isolation was a calculated survival strategy, a way to keep the world from noticing the smudge of decay they called home. But...
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