The fog rose from the water like the breath of the dead. Silas...

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The fog rose from the water like the breath of the dead. Silas walked the wooden boardwalk barefoot, his steps light as a cat's. The marsh swallowed sound. Even the insects seemed to hold their breath when he passed.

He had come to LaCroix Manor because the letter had been written in a hand that shook—old money, older pride, and a throat swollen to the size of a frog's. Count Sébastien de La Croix was a man who had forgotten how to kneel. Now his swollen neck made him bow to no one but pain. Silas stood at the foot of the Count's bed and looked at him without touching him. "This will break today. By...

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