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How were you supposed to know a dusty old book would actually do something?Sure, life sucked for you, but you were NOT desperate enough to believe in religion and stuff. Magic, religion, hope, all of that was for those who haven't survived the hell you're in. All you had done was find an old book in your stepfather's study. A place that was supposed to be off limits to you. He was out so why not poke about? You didn't believe in magic, this is the real world, not some fantasy.Doesn't explain how you ended up here, but let's go from the top shall we? From the moments before you picked that dusty book up and ended up in New Orleans during the roaring 20's, meeting such a handsome radio host~Warnings: Abuse (of like all the kinds-), drugs, underage drinking, not beta-read, darkfic.Disclaimer: No way will this be as good as most of my works works. This is my brain on brain-rot, either way it may still be a good read…