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He reached down and plucked me from the ground, holding me with the hand still caked in Krystal’s blood. The smell was nauseating, which was strange in itself. Even if I loved the woman it came from, blood should still smell like blood.
The Utterly Uninteresting and Unadventurous Tales of Fred, the Vampire Accountant (Fred, the Vampire Accountant, #1)
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