The Cosmic Junkyard
(V-05: Southern Gothic) The Blackwood Estate was a monument to decay. The white paint of the manor had long since peeled away like dead skin, and the surrounding cotton fields were choked with grey weeds and the ghosts of a thousand failed harvests. In the heart of this rot lived Silas, a man whose mind was as tangled as the ivy strangling the porch. Silas didn't farm the land; he farmed the...
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