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A simian crowd turns the corner on a country lane. Vampire-eaters all, they clutch glowing crosses and sharpened pens and pencils, running after a redmouthed monster who has abandoned his fear of daylight for a headlong rush out of his coffin and down the 道 to attempted safety, somewhere. |
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