The Equation of Blood
(Variation V-08: Southern Gothic) The heat in Oakhaven, Mississippi, was not weather; it was a physical presence, a thick, humid blanket that smelled of river mud, rotting jasmine, and secrets. The town was a relic of a vanished era, a place where the soil was red with iron and blood, and the houses were skeletal remains of a grandeur that had long since collapsed into the swamp. Silas lived in...
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