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In the mist-shrouded village of Bracken Hollow, legends whispered of a cursed child born during the Blood Moon—a boy oozing emerald slime, his touch said to rot flesh and sour souls. No one believed the tales… until the night twelve-year-old Ollie Briggs stumbled into the abandoned Clockwork Foundry. The factory’s corroded gears shrieked as Ollie pressed his palm against a strange green sigil glowing on the wall. A jolt of liquid fire shot through his veins. By dawn, his skin rippled like molten wax, chartreuse mucus dripping from his fingertips. Panic clawed his throat—until he discovered the ooze could mend shattered glass… or dissolve iron shackles. Three nights later, shadow creatures with teeth like broken gears swarmed Bracken Hollow, draining color from the world. Ollie’s slime ignited under moonlight, searing their obsidian hides. He slid through sewers and scaled bell towers, tracking their leader—a screeching mass of cogs and human eyes—to the derelict churchyard. “You’re not a curse,” panted Ms. Vellis, the librarian, tossing him a rusted key mid-battle. “You’re the alchemy this town buried!” The key fused with Ollie’s ooze, morphing into a shimmering gauntlet. With a roar, he unleashed a tidal wave of acid green, liquefying the creature into harmless ink. Dawn revealed Bracken Hollow’s restored vibrancy—and Ollie’s reflection: a grinning boy with bioluminescent freckles, his slime now glittering like crushed peridots. Some called him a hero. Others still locked their doors. But deep in the reclaimed foundry, blueprints glowed—a mechanical armature waiting to be fused with living ooze… and a map to six other sigils hidden across the land.
