Variant V-06: The Traitor's Geometry
(Style B2: Southern Gothic) The manor house at Blackwood Creek was a rotting carcass of a building, its white pillars peeling like dead skin under the oppressive heat of the Georgia sun. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of mildew and old secrets. Colonel Silas sat in the parlor, his eyes clouded with cataracts, his hands trembling as he clutched a glass of amber liquid. Around him, the...
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