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London, 1867. You wake in the fog with cold hands, no heartbeat, and one name bleeding through the dark. Five vampire courts rule this city's nights — and the hunters are already sharpening silver.
Iara Cabrera🗺️
Crimson London: A Vampire's Chronicle
London, 1867. You wake in the fog with cold hands, no heartbeat, and one name bleeding through the dark. Five vampire courts rule this city's nights — and the hunters are already sharpening silver.