The Ritual of the Ruin
(V-09: Southern Gothic) The humidity in the Delta didn't just hang in the air; it sat on you like a wet wool blanket, smelling of river silt and slow decay. Clara lived in the remains of the Blackwood Manor, a sprawling, skeletal structure of rotting cypress and peeling white paint that looked like a bleached ribcage emerging from the swamp. Clara was the last of her line, a woman whose beauty...
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