The Black Stallion of Blackwood

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(V-05: Southern Gothic) The humidity in Blackwood didn't just hang; it suffocated. It was a thick, wet blanket that smelled of river mud and rotting magnolias, a climate that seemed designed to break the will of any man who dared to stand against it. Colonel Beauregard lived in a house that was slowly being eaten by wisteria and regret, a sprawling plantation that had forgotten the taste of...

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