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God Cursed

It started with a girl at a masquerade. She beckoned me with her fan. Then she screamed, because she saw my fangs.

My sire, Alexis, saved me from the Hunters. I rather wished he hadn’t. Better to be felled by the god Le Chasseur’s loyal Hunters than to live as a vampire. Nothing will make me believe different. Not even Adrian’s Blessed Child. At least, that’s what I thought.

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