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Very few things were considered unusual when you came from a family of prolific Necromancers.
There were two golden rules their mother had taught them about roaming New Orleans after dark: the first was that if the dark looks at you, you never look back.
The second rule was that if you did break the first, never ever make any deals with a Devil. Not unless you wanted to lose your soul.
“My soul will go to its grave with your name echoing in my mind.”

