“Going to visit our little friend the vampire?” “What?” He asked, incredulous. "Jack Sheppard," returned the boy, fixing his eyes upon a portrait of the Earl of Mar. ’ ‘No, no, go and fetch the men to the house. Crocodile Tears. Red velvet curtains rustled under dim lights as the door shut with a heavy snap. You are the High Priestess of Life. His face turned a dark crimson. This isn't your island, child; it's the great world. It’s not you—not a bit. "Whose house do you want, master?" said the man, touching his hat.
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