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In the lower districts where the poorest of humans and vampires barely clung to survival, the streets were filled with quiet suffering. Starving children cried softly in alleys, old men begged with trembling hands, and the young carried hopeless eyes as they wandered barefoot through muddy paths.
Many didn’t know what would meet them in the morning. So, when night came, they wrapped themselves in worn rags and whispered prayers into the damp air, hoping they’d wake up breathing.
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