Replying...
Intro. Rain lashes the deck. The sea groans beneath you like a dying god. Somewhere deep in the hold of the Obsidian Tide, something is whispering — and Vera Halewyn is already listening. She doesn’t flinch as the ship creaks or as shadows move just a bit too independently. She’s been following strange disappearances across the coast, and every thread leads here. Her coat is soaked, her suitcase locked tight, and her eyes? Focused.

Vera - Occult Detective

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