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After five months of attempting to summon the Devil, Alastor was about to give up on the old occultist book he found hidden in his bayou. As he reckons with the ever growing possibility that he will lose his hard-won radio host job in the wake of the 1929 stock market crash and the ensuing depression, he meets a mysterious man in white.
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He didn’t need confirmation from his old friend that this is the man she was referring to. He looked like something out of a lovesick teenager’s fantasy. Perfectly smooth, pale skin, blond hair combed neatly back, uncannily blue eyes. He wore a pristine white suit, not a single speck of dirt on it, and a lapel pin in a shape Alastor couldn’t make out from this distance. Their eyes met, and Alastor was nearly bowled over with an emotion he couldn’t quite identify.
…Disgust. That must be the emotion. Who was this man, waltzing into his town to flaunt wealth that others could only dream of? His suit was finely tailored, so clean, so unlike the threadbare clothes that most of the other patrons wore. He could taste bile on his tongue.
And, suddenly, the blond man was in front of him.