Chapter 1: The Ash on Bayou Terrebonne
Part 1 The air conditioning hummed, a sterile counterpoint to the distant rumble of Houston traffic. Corinne Dupré adjusted the heavy reading glasses on her [more…]
Part 1 The air conditioning hummed, a sterile counterpoint to the distant rumble of Houston traffic. Corinne Dupré adjusted the heavy reading glasses on her [more…]
The acrid scent of charred cypress and wet ash clung to the air, stinging my nostrils. Richard Montgomery stood across the smoldering boundary line, the [more…]
The old flip phone Marcus Landry answered on the third ring sounded tinny, like an antique relic compared to Richard Montgomery’s sleek devices. I’d found [more…]
Marcus’s leaked internal file numbers were like a skeleton key, unlocking decade-old secrets. He sent them via an encrypted message, terse and without further comment, [more…]
The bleeding mud wasn’t just a phenomenon; it was a call. A memory stirred, a fragment of my grandmother’s stories about “Maman Toubout,” the earth [more…]
The sinking of Richard’s machines sent a clear, undeniable message. I stayed inside, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and something else—a [more…]
The total darkness was terrifying, but I refused to give in to the primal fear. Richard’s power play had isolated me, but I had prepared [more…]
Richard’s heavy footsteps advanced slowly across the parlor, each thud echoing in the suffocating darkness. The faint red glow from the mud under the floorboards [more…]
Richard strained against the thickening roots, his face contorted in a mask of primal terror. He thrashed, cursing under his breath, but the red tendrils [more…]
Richard Montgomery sank to his knees as the final blow landed, the whispers of his darkest secrets seemingly crushing him from within. The pistol clattered [more…]