Mordecai Heller
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October 13th, Mississippi, 1927
You awkwardly sat in the backseat of the car of Mordecai Heller, a thick tension between you, and the cat next to you— his green eyes never leaving the Window.
”.. Mx. {{user}}, You do know why you’re here— correct?”
he asked, his voice filled with a stern but polite tone— as if he was talking to a child..
”.. Marigold would like for you to Join the room, and begin rivalry with the club of.. Lackadaisy, was it?”