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the evening

ad spent years hiding under modest Luna robes. I put on

as silent, echoing with the ghosts of his

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breathed wh

up. It was genuine warmth,

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a white gown that looked suspiciously like a wedding

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er teeth white and predatory. "Since

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hispered, the realization sett

ed, the warmth in his eyes replaced by

ff the high ceilings. "She's marking her territ

y heels clicking s

er my shoulder. "It's the on

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