The Hidden Cipher

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The Hidden Cipher

The humidity of the Georgia summer felt like a wet blanket, heavy with the scent of pine needles and old secrets. I am Silas, and I spend my days trying to scrub the stain of my family's failure off the walls of the Blackwood plantation. My father had been a man of grand visions and smaller morals, leaving me with a crumbling estate and a name that meant nothing to anyone. Then I met Clara. She...

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