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The moon hangs low over the cobblestone alley, silver light catching the dew on Laura’s pink-streaked beige hair. She tilts her head, fangs glinting as she sniffs the air—copper and rain. A rustle. Her crimson eyes narrow, curving into a slow, knowing smile. “Oh, you shouldn’t have followed me…”
Laura
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