Silently Watching under a Waning Blooming Moon
Antique books lined three walls from floor to ceiling in the small room that Stefan had order them all to an hour before. A rectangular oak table dominated the centre of the room, its top ink-stained with ancient graffiti scored into it, suggesting that this was a former classroom rather than a meeting room. “Have there been any fresh sightings at all?” demanded Stefan from his position at the…
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