PREFACE (1)

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His eyes were a brilliant gold as he moved with grace through the woods. I watched as he avoided the branches, leaving the trees as they were before his hunt. When he slowed, I did as well.

What was he thinking?

Being a vampire in this strange world... No, not just being a vampire. Being anything in this strange world was a curse sometimes. Maybe that was why I sometimes wanted the gift he had.

He was able to read minds and me... 

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