| There is a scent that fills the night, far more delicate than the beat of the heart, more fragile than the whisper of breath escaping human lungs.
The echo that fills the darkness is the scent of blood pulsating through the mortal body.
Commonly overlooked by those among the living, it is a sound fervently sought by those residing on the fringes of the world existing between the living and the undead.
Blood is what the beast craves.
Detective Valentina Kureyev had… |
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