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For years, people told me the monsters I see aren’t real.
They’re wrong.
I let them believe their comforting lies. I play the part: the survivor, the healed. I tell myself the red-eyed creatures that haunt my memories are gone. But I know the truth.
Vampires exist. And being their prey was just the beginning of my nightmare.
I thought I understood terror. I was wrong.
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