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BLOOD, SMOKE, AND TRUTH

The front door was ajar.

That was the first thing I saw as I sprinted up the gravel path, adrenaline crashing through my veins like a tidal wave. The Blackwell Mansion loomed above me, still and silent, its grand columns casting long shadows in the moonlight. The air was thick—too thick—and even th...