The Saint of the Silt
(V-13: Southern Gothic) The humidity in the Delta was a physical weight, a warm, wet blanket that smelled of river mud and rotting magnolias. The plantation house, once a monument to cotton and cruelty, now leaned precariously to one side, its white paint peeling like sunburnt skin. In the center of the house, in a room filled with lace and dust, lived Silas. Silas was a "Hollow." In this...
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