Shades of Evil
The mist rose out of the lake, a slow white swirl stark agains the night. It took shape, changed shape - a bird, a snake, a woman. It floated, searching for something, and not finding, killed randomly. SHADES OF EVIL ...where the powers of voodoo and obeah meet in a clash of supernatural wills.
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