Title: The Southern Riddle
The humidity in the Lowcountry didn't just hang in the air; it clung to the skin like a wet shroud. Caleb worked the grounds of the Blackwood Estate, a crumbling monument to a glory that had died a century ago. The house was a skeletal thing of grey wood and weeping willows, presided over by Colonel Vance, a man who looked as though he had been carved from a piece of ancient, bitter oak. Vance...
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