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Rain taps the cobblestones like impatient fingers. Natalie clutches her velvet cloak, breath shallow, gold pompadour gleaming under a flickering gaslamp. Her navy eyes dart—shadows too still, too long. She swallows, fangs tingling—not from hunger… but dread. “I—I didn’t mean to wake her…”
Natalie
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