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As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back. "What is this?" she wanted to know. They walked across a moat of pea gravel that crunched like noisy cereal under their feet. Nowadays, from the looks of it, people were lining up to become vampires. "In Canton.
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