” “There was no marriage,” she answered. You were content, and I came to thrive on your happiness. Groping their way through one or two dark and mouldy-smelling vaults, the party ascended a flight of steps, which brought them to the hall. She was wan and white. She touched bow to strings, playing a fifth. She felt her canines grow, the hunger consuming her. A nod was exchanged.
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