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A vampiress approaches from the fog of a graveyard, shrouded in burial wraps
A vampiress approaches from the fog of a graveyard, shrouded in burial wraps

And ere the tomb-thrown echoings have ceased,
The blue-eyed vampire, sated at her feast,
Smiles bloodily against the leprous moon.

—Sterling: A Wine of Wizardry.

W.T.—
641
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