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... t long ago, his boots sinking slightly into the damp earth. The cold wind wrapped around him like an old memory, carrying the scent of moss, pine, and distant decay.
Above, the moon hung high—a pale, watchful eye in the heavens—its glow spilling through the trees and painting silver streaks across the canopy. A hauntingly beautiful backdrop.
The start of a hunt.
"So I have nine blood units currently... and I’m still a fledgling vampire," Corven muttered to himself, his br ...
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