The Voodoo Queen

You walked these streets as a Voodoo Queen—Marie Laveau herself might have known your name. In your past life, you held power that the wealthy and desperate alike sought in whispers. You could heal the sick or curse the wicked, read the future in bones and flame. The spirits spoke to you then, and they whisper still. In the hidden corners of the French Quarter, in Congo Square where drums once thundered, your legacy lingers like incense on the wind.