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Bailey “Holy s**t!” I whisper. I’m sitting at one of the computers in the Hahnville Public Library, which doubles as the town’s historical records center. After arguing with Tanner this morning, I’m now determined to find something, anything, to explain the things we’ve been experiencing. With the article that’s currently on the screen in front of me, I think I may have just hit the jackpot. Twenty-seven murders have been connected to the property in the better part of the last century. I’m no expert in homicide statistics, but I’d bet good money that that number is way higher than the average. As I skim the cramped text of the article, which is published on a sleek-looking true crime website, a pattern starts to emerge. Most of the victims were men from out of town. The vast majority
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