Whispers in the bayou... ░▒░ Down at Neon Lotus, the one with trembling hands gasped as the broad-shouldered man tore his shirt in a flash, desperation turning muscle to fury. She dove under the cracked table, eyes wide as glass shattered and a cold sweat slicked the humid air — fear wrapped tight around her like wet silk. ░▒
▒░ And it wasn’t just that fight rippling through the night; whispers crawl from the docks where fog coils thick as secrets, and the Silent Serpent’s rituals stir restless shadows beneath the bayou’s black water. They say voices drift over the water, calling out—ghostly, maddening—binding souls in chains no eye can see. ░▒
░▒░ Out by the Sheriff’s office, a lean young deputy caught that look — sharp, unreadable — when the news crawled in. He said nothing, just glanced toward the door like he knew the cracks widening in Port Laveau’s cursed heart. What’s locked behind all that silence? ░▒
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