The Bloodroot Laboratory
The car broke down on a dirt road outside of Yazoo City, and Renee "Ray" Johnson stood in the heat and watched her options evaporate like sweat off a shirt. Flat tire. No cell service. Twenty miles to the nearest town that might have a garage, if the garage was open, if the owner wasn't sick, if it was Wednesday. Ray checked her map. The nearest light she could see was a single window, glowing...
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