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 The Red Thread 
In a Baton Rouge swamp shack, Mama Lisette stitched a doll from burlap and bone, threading it with hair from a cheating husband. She’d warned him—cross her, and the loa ride. He laughed, so she pricked the doll’s chest with a needle dipped in frog venom. Miles away, he clutched his heart and dropped dead mid-sentence. The coroner called it a stroke, but his widow saw the truth: a red thread knotted around his ribs when they cut him open. This piece is dual so you decide how to use it, for good or bad. There is no karma associated with this piece.