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Reaper's Jade

Curse of the Green Pamplemousse

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Reaper's Jade

By: J.G. O'Sax
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 The city bleeds secrets, and Max Noir is drowning in them. He thought inheriting his dead grandfather’s empire was bad enough—a labyrinth of corrupt deals, whispered threats, and enemies lurking in every neon-drenched alley. But that was before the voice from the grave. Before the memory stick arrived, whispering tales of ritualistic murders and a creature born of ancient, hungry shadows. Before he found the puzzle, a twisted map leading to a blood-soaked truth that defies all reason.
Now, Max is trapped. The city's underbelly writhes with a terror that predates its concrete veins, a cyclical horror that demands its due. He’s staring into the abyss, where a monstrous entity, Tomb-Mo, stalks the bayou’s black waters, and the dead rise with a hunger that can’t be denied. The green crystal pulses with a dark energy, a beacon to a conspiracy that stretches back centuries, a conspiracy that demands a sacrifice.
With each piece of the puzzle he assembles, Max descends further into a nightmare where noir shadows meet Lovecraftian dread. The clock is ticking, the body count is rising, and the whispers grow louder. They say, "Beware the Ides of March." They say, "Your turn will come." And Max knows, with a chilling certainty, that he can’t outrun the ancient curse that’s clawing its way from the city’s heart. He can’t escape the debt that’s owed. And he can’t ignore the feeling that something with teeth, something impossibly old, is watching from the dark.
He’s just one wrong turn away from becoming another ghost story, another scream swallowed by the swamp. And the city, with its taste for blood, is waiting.
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