Sample V-08: The Prophet of the Dust (Southern Gothic)
The heat in Oakhaven didn't just burn; it pressed down on you like a wet wool blanket, smelling of pine resin and old, unwashed sins. The town was a collection of leaning porches and rusted trucks, all orbiting around the decaying carcass of the Sterling plantation, a white-pillared ghost of a house that the vines were slowly reclaiming. Zebulon called himself a Prophet, though he lived in a...
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