Whispers in the bayou... ░▒░ Down at the docks, they say a lone figure with a stiff collar and slow, careful step crossed the empty street, eyes catching shapes too far to read—until a flash of recognition warmed his face just shy of a smile, like the bayou breathing life into cold stone. The night held its breath, waiting for a gamble no one dared voice. ░▒
▒░ But that wasn’t all stirring—over near the Neon Lotus, shadows whispered through neon fog, murmurs of relics smuggled in cursed crates, voices in the water pulling more than just ghosts beneath Laveau’s rotting skin. The Silent Serpent’s game tightens; every secret’s bait for the taking. ░▒
░▒░ Deputy Broussard stood silent on the balcony, his gaze flicking from street to shadows, lips pressed tight—what waits in his eyes, no one dares ask yet. ░▒
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