The Serpent of Blackwood
The air in the Mississippi Delta was a thick, wet blanket that smelled of river mud and rotting magnolia. Silas grew up in the shadow of Blackwood Manor, a crumbling estate that seemed to be sinking into the swamp, both physically and morally. The manor was ruled by Aunt Martha, a woman whose piety was as rigid as her corset and whose heart was a piece of flint. She had raised Silas in a world...
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