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Reaping is hard... but in Eastwood, the dead don't stay buried. My name is Jazz, and I'm a Justice Reaper. Sounds grim, but it's not all bad-I make sure the worst of the worst get what they deserve. And sometimes, that means working with the police to bring killers to justice.Like now.Just after my best friend joins a coven, someone starts murdering witches, and all signs point to the killer being a vampire. Because, of course. Meanwhile, my eccentric assistant-Sir Edward, who happens to be a monkey-has called in Ghost Stalkers to clear Eastwood's underground tunnels of spectral parasites. (Yeah, that's a thing.) Oh, and did I mention the Angel of Death? My boss is beyond pissed about something, and that's never a good sign.Ghosts lurking in every dark corner, supernatural killers on the loose, and a celestial higher-up breathing down my neck-just another day in Eastwood.Join us at The Undertaker for a Bloody Mary and some ghostly fun. You're gonna need the drink.
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