Prima Materia
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Her body had been dead for over three hundred years. Her heart--well, she didn't know. Did vampires suffer from heartbreak even though their hearts don't beat?
As much as she would have loved to ask these questions of anyone, she had no one. She'd walked this immortal curse alone. She didn't know what was right, what was wrong--she just knew she didn't die when she was supposed to, and he was to blame. He should have let her die.
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