The Cipher of the Estate
The Blackwood estate was not a home; it was a cemetery for living things. Draped in Spanish moss and smelling of damp earth and old secrets, the manor sat in the heart of the Louisiana bayou like a rotting tooth. Julian had returned to the estate not out of love, but out of a desperate need for the small inheritance promised to him in his grandfather's will. Colonel Beauregard, the current...
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