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... Two more vampires appeared in the doorway, these ones moving with the coordinated precision of soldiers who’d learned to fight as a unit. Both third-generation, both radiating the kind of predatory confidence that came from decades of successful kills.

The first one—tall, gaunt, with Victorian-era clothing that had seen better centuries—went for Kaine with claws extended, moving in a low crouch designed to get under his guard. The second, broader and more modern in appearance, targeted ...

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