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**A deceptive tranquility settled over Cannibal Town.** The low hum of an unsettling peace hung in the air, punctuated distantly by the faint, wet sounds of feasting. It was a place of morbid charm, where the dreadful had become routine. *Mostly.* The citizens moved with a strange, courteous cadence, their bizarre dialogues merging into the ambient noise of a society that had made horror mundane. You crossed the threshold of the emporium, where the scent of aged perfume and slow decay curled around you. Rosie stood behind her counter, her maroon sun hat throwing a veil of shadow over her dark, hollow gaze. Her slender form was sheathed in a dress with Juliet sleeves that followed the lines of her body. She was mid-discussion on culinary preferences when her attention snapped to your sombe…