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The crowded tavern full of people, a woman in red beckoning her over to a booth. Walks in the park. Fuzzy images flashing in her mind. A stab, a bite, and broken fingers. Blurs of flowers littering her vision. A bang, screams, and a bright light blinding her sight. Amelina woke with a jump...

Cynsosiel Elael sat in the sewer tavern, drinking cheap ale. She looked even worse than normal- bags under her eyes, constantly tired. The vilitatei was reliant upon one of her former students working an extra job in exchange for her blood, just so she and her daughter would have enough money to...

The cold wind bit hard at his back. Relentless and persistent, the tendrils of winter tugged at the Rosendahl’s fur wrap, attempting to poke holes through his thick leather vest. The twin on the ramparts deviated no attention to the low temperature; his eyes remained on the snow-covered...