Bah Bah Blacksheep 1

<p>In the shadowed corners of Braddock Alberta where the wind howls through narrow streets lined with crumbling brick facades and the air carries the faint metallic tang of the South Saskatchewan River secrets fester like untreated wounds. A city of 212000 souls bustling yet isolated under vast prairie skies hides its darkness well. Here art and agony intertwine in ways no one suspects until the pieces start to peel away. What begins as a mark of ink on skin spirals into something far more permanent a collection that defies the grave. But who holds the needle and what drives the hand that wields it? Turn the page if you dare for the wool is about to unravel.</p>