V-05: The Ritual of the Black Canopy
(Southern Gothic) The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it descended, a thick, humid curtain that smelled of wet earth and ancient secrets. The town was a collection of rotting porches and weeping willows, where the houses leaned against each other like tired old men. In the center of this decay sat the Oakhaven Academy, a place of strict piety and deeper shadows. Silas was a boy of...
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