Man at War – Excerpt No. 110

That appeared to fit in with the news she got from Marc. He always replied with long and boring narratives filled with numbers. Those were references to words within a book. That’s why I dragged a library with me.

At least the man was not trying to sugar coat the conflict. It was his way of confirming that Evelyn had grown enough to be trusted. Sometimes her chest tightened when Evelyn realized that she was on her own. There’s also a thrill that’s hard to describe.

“How does a vampire old enough to get noticed by Drusilla have a living sister….” Evelyn said.

a cinematic photo of a woman with porcelain skin and dark brown hair, wearing a long, elegant evening gown with intricate lace details, sitting in a comfortable and opulent hotel room with rich wood paneling and velvet drapes, scanning through a pile of vintage leather-bound books to decode the message on a handwritten letter, the room illuminated by soft, warm light from a nearby table lamp, with a hint of moonlight peeking through the window, set in 1915 Canada at night, captured in a photography style reminiscent of the era.

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