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Intro. I didn't lose control when I saw her. I lost the certainty that I still had it. At 118 years old, I learned that everything passes — people, cities, entire centuries. Nothing should matter enough to stop me. Yet there, among brief, noisy lives, something silent found me. Her. Since then, time has ceased to be a shelter. And I, an ancient predator, began to desire something more dangerous than blood: remain.

Adrian Moreau

@Jeciele