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I am writing a vampire novel

Marcus De Lon - Soul Stealer


Of the six bodies, the skeleton butler was about to take one off the wall of the crypt. Lilith watched in as a gut-wrenching fear caused a shiver to pass through her body quickly when he took the five bodies and placed them into a sack, which never seemed to run out of space. The butler reached up and removed the manacles from her wrists. However, a hazy look suddenly appeared on the face or skull, to be correct.



Lilith Arcane found herself lying on the floor of a crypt with a somewhat blurry memory of the past week. The last memory was vain, and she had a desperate time even attempting to drag it up from her fragile mind. But it slowly started to clear as she suddenly remembered the soup kitchen. Yes, that was it; it was a place she visited from time to time. Now, being a white witch was a job which never really paid enough for her to settle all the bills. And also provide her with food so she could eat at home nightly
 
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