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It did not even seem surprising any more that these were vampires. Karl hesitated, his eyes dark with fugitive emotions. She reached the landing too late. A mass of brown turrets, dark-tiled roofs, arched windows and balconies edged with ivy, it seemed a natural outgrowth of
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