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The Hidden Menagerie: India's Heart
"Evil is like a Dark Sludge pour into a Wide Brim Glass. And it's Thirst becoming Irresistible."
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A #WRITCO Detective Series
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WHAT
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The flight to India was a blur of turbulence and nausea, my mind racing with the implications of what we'd found. The crypt was a grisly testament to the Mystic's power, a shrine of suffering that spoke of an anger that had simmered for centuries. As the plane descended through the smog-choked skies of Mumbai, I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders. I had to stop him, for the sake of the souls he'd claimed and the sanity of the living.
The air was thick with the scent of spices and exhaust as I stepped off the plane, the cacophony of the city assaulting my senses. The heat was a living thing, wrapping around me like a damp blanket, and I was grateful for the air-conditioned taxi that took me to the heart of the...
🚓🚨
A #WRITCO Detective Series
🌈📖
WHAT
LIES
BENEATH
🩸🖤🩸
The flight to India was a blur of turbulence and nausea, my mind racing with the implications of what we'd found. The crypt was a grisly testament to the Mystic's power, a shrine of suffering that spoke of an anger that had simmered for centuries. As the plane descended through the smog-choked skies of Mumbai, I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders. I had to stop him, for the sake of the souls he'd claimed and the sanity of the living.
The air was thick with the scent of spices and exhaust as I stepped off the plane, the cacophony of the city assaulting my senses. The heat was a living thing, wrapping around me like a damp blanket, and I was grateful for the air-conditioned taxi that took me to the heart of the...
