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“But I am sorry,” she exclaimed. When it came time to eat once again, she hid out on the beach, a remote fastness beyond the city walls, a swampy morass that everyone avoided. She was the first to recover herself. She moved her hand off of his knee, deliberately slow. It was not the arrival of the guests, but merely the maid moving about in the hall. It will be altogether you. She stepped into his arms. And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune. I would be chased by every curious party on this planet, by vampireseekers, by witch-hunters, by researchers, you name it. I must go to work again.
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