The Slaughterhouse of Blackwater
The rain did not stop for ten days. It fell on Blackwater Hollow like a judgment, turning the narrow lanes to mud and the river to a brown torrent that swallowed the lower meadows whole. When it finally ceased, the silence that followed was worse than the storm. Silas Whitfield had been gone three days when they found him. Arthur stood at the edge of the riverbank and watched the men haul the...
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