The Blood Inheritance
(Southern Gothic) The Blackwood estate did not just decay; it rotted from the inside out, a skeletal remains of a dynasty built on the backs of the broken. I, Elias, returned to this wasteland not out of love, but because the debts of my father had finally come to collect my soul. The air in the valley was thick, tasting of sulfur and old secrets, and the Spanish moss hung from the cypress...
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