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Where Dead Dreams Go To Live Again

You keep seeing her out of the corner of your eye, and in that place between asleep and awake. A glimpse of red hair, a flash of silver claws, pale skin contrasted by black wings like a raven. You can feel her green eyes following you, hear her soft growl. She’s a Hunter. She’s hunting you.

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