Title: Southern Gothic Shadow
The humidity of the Mississippi Delta did not just hang in the air; it sat on your chest like a wet wool blanket, smelling of river silt and slow decay. Silas lived in the skeleton of his grandfather's estate, a place where the white paint was peeling like dead skin and the willow trees wept into the stagnant ponds. He spent his days in a room filled with the scent of old paper and mothballs,...
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