Whispers in the bayou... ░▒░ They say down at the docks, the woman in the worn skirt threw back her head, voice sharp as a blade, telling the man with the hungry eyes to mind his own damn business before storming off. But he wasn’t done—bursting into her room like a storm, words thick with anger, calling her naive, all while she spat back about boys and freedom like a caged bird desperate to fly. ░▒
▒░ And that wasn’t the only thing stirring beneath the moss-draped oaks; strange lights flickered again near the marina, a restless pulse that’s grown darker with each passing night. Whispers say the Silent Serpents are tightening their grip, smuggling more than just goods now—something wicked brews in the fog, a power no one dares name out loud. ░▒
░▒░ Deputy Thibodaux’s eyes flickered toward the shadows when the story reached his ears, lips sealed tight but tension bleeding through. ░▒
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