The Moss-Heart of Blackwood
Act I: The Green Hum The bayou did not just breathe; it conspired. Silas was a man of the mud, the caretaker of the decaying Thorne Estate, a place where the Spanish moss hung like funeral shrouds from the cypress trees. He had lived his life in the rhythm of the tides and the silence of the swamp. Then came Cora. She arrived in a rainstorm, her eyes the color of stagnant water, carrying...
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