Whispers in the bayou... ░▒░ Down at Laveau’s cracked ring, the lean man with fire in his eyes swallowed the last venom like poison kissed. A hard kick sent him sprawling, but when he caught sight of the dark-haired shadow in the crowd, something raw stirred beneath his bruised skin—almost like redemption. The swamp sweat clung to him like a second skin. ░▒
▒░ And that wasn’t the only heat simmering through the night; whispers snake through the fog about shipments sliding past Gumbo Gas, slick as oil, carrying more than just rust and rot. The bayou remembers, and every secret shipment leaves a scent, a promise of chaos rising beneath the simmering moon. ░▒
░▒░ Deputy Broussard wore a tight smile, eyes flicking toward the dockside like he knew the venom was only the start. But what’s left tangled in those shadows? No one’s saying—yet. ░▒
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