The House of Moss
(V-08: Southern Gothic) The humidity in the bayou didn't just hang; it suffocated. It turned the air into a thick, sweet soup that smelled of jasmine and decay. Blackwood Manor had once been the jewel of the parish, a sprawling white house with wrap-around porches and gardens that defied the swamp. But the war had happened, the economy had collapsed, and the manor had begun to sink—both...
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