"A curse can be many things. A wish left out to spoil in the sun, putrid and soft, leaving behind only calcified desire and oxidised envy. Or a poisoned chalice, a mistake tattooed across an entire family tree, with every generation promising, vowing to never sip until they do. Sometimes, it's a deal and bad luck conspiring like old grifters closing in on an easy mark. For the Everlys, it begins with stardust."
— Apr 07, 2024 11:51PM
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