As red and gold leaves fall from the trees, a young woman sits on a bench, in the middle of a park, silently reading a book. Wrapped in the words of her favorite author she blocks out the world around her. A crimson leaf drifts into the crease of her book, she quickly brushes it away and sinks back into the words. "Anne Rice," says someone directly beside her. she turns to the man beside her, and her breath catches. His hair is long and black, he is thin and pale but hansom, and his eyes...
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