The Oracle of the South
The humidity of Georgia felt like a wet shroud, clinging to the rotting porches of the old plantations. In the wake of the Great Silence, the South had become a land of ghosts and whispers. The children had built their own kingdom here, a strange, ritualistic society that worshipped the "Last Adult." Arthur was thirty years old, but to the children of the South, he was the Oracle. He had...
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