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... as he stared at the ceiling. The crimson glow of the moonlight seeped in through the curtains, painting the room in shades of red and shadow.

He closed his eyes, trying to drift off, but after a few moments, they snapped open again.

"Hey, Luman," Aamir muttered lazily.

"Yes, host?"

Aamir turned his head toward the balcony as if he could see the Vampire King’s castle from there. "That king... he doesn’t look that old. I mean, he’s got two kids who ...

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