The Year 1877

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It is a Friday in the year 1877-

It is a stormy night with screaming and howling sounds. In the distance through the castle windows you can see a flickering light that travels quickly through the castle corridors on its way to the Countess's room. She cries out in pain as the priest reads some Bible sentences out loud. After a while the miracle happened for which the Countess had been waiting, but which the priest feared all along.

There I am. Looking at my mother's drenched dark gray eyes for the first time, when I open my eyes. "You must be thinking: What is this?" Well....this is my day. The day I "Vlad Stoker" was born.

Chapter : 1
Author : Lieke

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