Black Water Mercy
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Nicholius and Ryder lived by the gun, bled for the dollar, and sinned for the thrill.
Then came Rosalieya... soft eyes, sharp tongue, and a place in both their hearts.
Together, they burned through towns like a Sunday sermon gone wrong.
Three sinners. One love. And the Devil waitin' at the end of the road.
Because the wages of sin is death... and death's already tuning up its hymn.
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