Part One: A Most Unwelcome Throb
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But every evening, just before dawn, Perdita would curl up at the foot of his coffin, her wolf form a warm, heavy weight against his cold feet. And Edmund, the cynic, the sneerer, the Lord of the Carpathian Vale, would allow himself one small, secret smile before the sun rose. Part One: A Most Unwelcome Throb “I am
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