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Margaret Carnavan glided along the dungeon steps.

Her black gown swished.


She held onto a lamp.

Once she reached the bottom, flames from the fireplace kept her warm.

Olive, who slept in her cage, awoke.

"Leave me alone".

"Quiet! When the blood has drained, you'll serve me".

"I shall never serve you, Margaret".


Margaret Carnavan bared her fangs. In her right hand was a silver key. She opened the door, then begun to feed on the village girl.

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