The Echoes of the Estate
(V-08: Southern Gothic) The Blackwood Estate did not decay; it surrendered. The white columns were greyed by a century of humidity, and the ivy didn't grow so much as it strangled the remaining stone. In the center of this rot lived Silas, a boy with a voice like dry leaves and a curiosity that bordered on the pathological. Silas didn't rent umbrellas. He rented echoes. He had found a...
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