The Caretaker's Ledger (Expanded)
The moss had a way of claiming everything at Blackwood Plantation—the crumbling columns, the rusted iron gates, and the souls of those who lived within. I have been the caretaker here for forty years, a ghost in a linen suit, recording the slow decay of the Colonel's sanity in my ledger. Colonel Silas was a man of iron and obsession. He lived for the purity of the Blackwood line, a lineage he...
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