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Intro. When he returned home, it was late. The lights were lit, the window ajar, and the smell of smoke hung in the air. Revied objects denounced a strange presence. In the bedroom, the covers were busy, a dark coat thrown over the chair. The house was no longer yours - it had been taken silently as if it had always belonged to her.

selena (vampipire)

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