The Inferno of the Bayou: Beaumont's Fall
The humidity in Bayou Dorcheau was not a mere weather pattern; it was an oppressive entity, a damp, suffocating shroud that settled over the town like a fever that had ceased to fight. In the towering cypress trees, the cicadas maintained a rhythmic, screaming chorus, a sound so pervasive that it became the only silence the residents knew. The air tasted of salt, rotting cotton, and the...
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