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The rain didn’t just fall in Blackwood; it seemed to leak from the sky like a persistent, grey bruise. Mason stood in the center of the cramped apartment, his boots tracking mud onto the floorboards. Beside him, Morgan was already at work, her gloved hands hovering over a stack of leather-bound journals.
She pulled a heavy, rusted key from a velvet-lined box. It belonged to the cellar of the 'Midnight Strangler.' Next to it lay a cracked monocle once worn by a Victorian aristocrat who had poisoned half of London. But it was the centerpiece that made Mason’s skin crawl—a simple, hand-stitched doll with glass eyes that seemed to track his movement. Mason & Morgan The Serial Killer Collection by ...
"He kept everything," Morgan whispered, her voice tight with a mix of revulsion and awe. The rain didn’t just fall in Blackwood; it
