Where the Vampires Are Buried

Where the Vampires Are Buried

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Vampire hunters and witches have a long history of hatred and conflict between them, though what makes two foes better friends than a common enemy- vampires. Will Morana and Sergei be able to put their differences aside and finish their mission or will they end up bringing eachother down before they manage to kill the vampire that escaped the border of the Forgotten forest?
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