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I ——” He stopped short. Everything was fresh and bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the wayside. She knew that her voice was superior to Annabel’s, and she had no further qualms. My concept of the reluctant vampire sprung from a rabid obsession with medieval history, especially the pre-Renaissance era of the Black Plague. His curiosity, his literary instincts, had been submerged by the recurring thought of the fool he had made of himself.
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