The world works that way, sometimes it wraps you up and the little minutae of living day to day keeps you from achiveing any of your goals. So it was, for the next week, I barely had time to think of anything but my work. My dreams ran rampant with the face of the vampire. Some nights I reran the vison from my scrying, some nights I saw myself as the victim. It felt like a haunting.
It felt like a curse.
And some mornings it felt like a mission.
Sometimes inthe afternoons, I would wander the streets; looking for the place in my dreams, where Edward was attacked. And then to my surpise... I found it.
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a little brown book
finding the life of Alexander Shaw, a kind of serial story.
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