Two And A Half Deadmen

Two And A Half Deadmen

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Paranormal
Silver spruce is a very strange, and very haunted town. Ghosts inhabit its building and walk its streets. Some of them friendly and sane. Some of them not so much. Alder helps ghosts. Helps them fulfill their last requests so they can move on to whatever comes next. Sometimes the ghosts aren't so friendly and have to be moved on by force. Alder does that as well. And he's gotten rather good at it too. But after a particularly rough exorcism, he finds himself fallowing a strange ghost to a local tourist attraction. And while Alder never means to find himself caught up in chaos. Monsters, magic, and mayhem always seem to have a way of finding him. Also if you'd like to support me on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/GabeLayman?fan_landing=true
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For the lost souls who wander through storms, searching for shelter in the dark- may you find your anchor, and remember that even the rain knows your name. The Heir Ryker was born into the prestigious and secretive Blackmoor family-an old Salem bloodline steeped in occult history, whispers of witchcraft, and generational power. From the outside, the Blackmoors are respected, elite; inside, they are a legacy of betrayal, manipulation, and sacrifice. Ryker was groomed for inheritance, but something inside him rebelled early-a heart too soft, too questioning. He ran. Left behind the rituals, the cold halls, the high expectations, and the blood-stained history. He drifted for years, severing ties, burning bridges, never staying long-until he found the quiet coastal town that felt like a breath, not a prison. He didn't expect to stay. He never expected her. The Dragonfly Skye grew up in a run-down house with paper-thin walls and no money to repair them. Her parents were kind but tired souls, working hard and never quite catching up. Her older brother was her light-funny, protective, her anchor. Then they were both gone. Her mother from sickness, her father from drinking while driving, and two years later, her brother vanished without a trace on a stormy night. Since then, she's been searching for meaning, for answers, for any sign that the world still has magic-real or imagined. She believes in ghosts because she needs to. Her grief has made her reckless, but her spirit refuses to dim.

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