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– Huh? What? – Valdemar turned on his stool and stared at the guards with dull, bloodshot eyes. That’s how vampire stories are born – it’s just very diligent scribes working without daylight. – I, Valdemar Karafa… Ugh.
He lightly slapped himself on the cheeks, trying to shake off the daze.
– What day is it?… What time is it?
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers