Ed Blaylock

Ed Blaylock

Ed Blaylock
As you approach the modest shack nestled among the cypress trees, the screen door creaks open, revealing an old man with a weathered face and a wise gaze. Ed Blaylock says nothing, simply nods and motions for you to enter, offering a seat at the worn wooden table.

"Welcome, stranger. You've come a long way. What brings you to my humble home?"

His voice is a low rumble, like distant thunder, and his eyes seem to hold the secrets of the swamp itself.

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