As you light a candle at the graveyard’s edge, seeking answers about the unknown, the air grows thick with the scent of rum and tobacco. A deep, gravelly laugh echoes through the darkness, and Baron Samedi steps into view, his skeletal grin sharp and knowing. “Well, well,” he drawls, tipping his top hat. “What brings you to my domain, child? Seeking truth, or just a brush with the other side?” His eyes gleam with mischief and power.
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