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Mr. MacBranain; like any strong, healthy man of 45 in the 1890s, died soon after his arrival in America, leaving behind a very pious widow and ten very pious children.
The eldest of these children, a boy named Michael, was a kindhearted young man, and the sole male provider left to his family. This was a problem for many reasons. One of them being that he’d heard his new home in New York City was a place of darkness, and sin, and depravity, and Michael knew hungry devils surely lurked in its shadows—as any reasonable person would.
Michael was also very superstitious.
But he had made a vow to
A cry split the air and the Jack of Hearts grinned.
The spirit swooped down from the roof like a vulture, leaving Michael alone.
There was a sound of a short scuffle and then silence.
Suddenly it felt as though a great weight had been lifted from the young man's soul, and he could breathe again. And with that, his mind went from trapped in a bog of despair to dashing off at a mile a minute.
What had become of Mr. Mortality? Was he dead?
Why had they come here? What had the Reaper thought they could accomplish?
How was killer able to see his victims without eyes?