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Ongoing, First published Aug 23
"It's so....mundane. Like the background hum of uv lights. Like the colours of an after image. Like the endless monotony of toiling days before and ahead." 

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Ivett is a vampire who has existed for centuries, watching as civilisations rise and fall and oppression change to open arms. A day is but a fleeting memory and time is her most valuable tool, yet the burden of relentless similarity is heavy. Humans don't change a great deal and neither does life. Will anything cement her back into reality, or will she forever feel like a fading observer?

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Hi everyone! This book is for the most part a writing exercise for me. I have other more complex stories I want to write so I thought I'd be best to start here and practice. It won't be perfect and it's open to constructive criticism. That being said I hope you'll still enjoy it!.....otherwise I'll have even more practice to do 😶
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