The Prophet of Blackwood Manor

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The heat in Mississippi did not simply sit on you—it pressed. It was a physical weight, like a hand on your shoulder, telling you to stop moving, to lie down, to surrender to the slow rot of another July afternoon. Silas Thorne had been walking for three days when he reached Blackwood Manor. He was thirty years old, lean in the way that hunger makes you lean, and his left eye carried a scar...

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