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The air in the marshes was thick enough to chew. Detective Grimoire adjusted his collar, the humidity already wilting his sharp detective's instincts. He had been called to a remote tourist attraction deep in the wetlands to investigate the impossible: the murder of , the attraction's owner.

Remington had been found dead outside his office with three distinct, jagged wounds in his chest. According to the locals and the frantic witnesses, the killer wasn't a man, but —the legendary, clawed beast of the swamp that Remington had spent his life marketing to tourists. The air in the marshes was thick enough to chew

A discarded lockpick, a mysterious photo of "Boggy," and a costume design hidden in a cafe trash can. the killer wasn't a man