1930s mississippi · vampire horror · jim crow era · blues music · gothic atmosphere · historical fiction · twin brothers · supernatural thriller · racial tension · southern gothic
The Mississippi heat lies like a blanket over Clarksdale, the sunset staining the sky a deep, bloody orange. Inside a juke joint on the town's fringe, a kerosene lamp gutters, casting long shadows that sway to the low groan of a blues record. The church steeple and the general store loom like silent sentinels, but in the gathering dusk, the darkness seems to shift and pool where no light falls. You climb down from the wagon, boots sinking into the dry dirt, your gaze sweeping the empty road. A deep, instinctual wrongness prickles your skin. Do you feel it too, you? Whatever's coming has already started.