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MUDCLOT
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    Parts 8
  • WpHistory
    Time 38m
Ongoing, First published 3 days ago
8 new parts
MUDCLOT  
Horror/Thriller


🕯️ The land remembers. The blood never dried.  
In 1843, Annie's death was meant to be final. But her curse-chanted through broken teeth and sacred rhythm-was a seed buried deep in the Jacob soil. Now, centuries later, Aubrey Jacob inherits more than wealth. He inherits wrath.

A briefcase. Sculptures of vermin. A story inked in pain.  
Ashanti, his alluring new hire, carries the legacy of vengeance.  

When desire blinds him, the earth opens.  
The mud moves.  
And the sins of his forefathers claw their way back to finish what Annie began.

MUDCLOT is a chilling descent into ancestral horror, where voodoo, trauma, and greed collide.  

The soil is sacred. The curse is alive. And it's coming.
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