The quarry felt smaller after the vampire attack, as if the walls had drawn closer in the night. The air tasted of ash and iron for days, no matter how many times Mira scrubbed the stone with controlled green fire that left everything clean but somehow wrong. The children moved through their routines like ghosts haunting their own lives—cleaning……
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