The Rot in the Walls
The heat in Mississippi does not just warm the air; it possesses it. It is a thick, humid presence that smells of river mud and dying magnolias, a weight that settles into the bones of the Blackwood estate. The house was a sprawling, decaying monument to a lineage that had forgotten how to survive, its white paint peeling like dead skin. Caleb had been the last hope of the Blackwoods. He was a...
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