The Bloodline Loop

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The moss hung from the cypress trees like rotting lace, draping the estate of the Valerians in a permanent, humid twilight. Eugene walked the perimeter of the swamp, the mud sucking at his boots with a wet, rhythmic sound. He could smell the decay—the scent of stagnant water and ancestral sin. Eugene was the last of his line, or so he thought. The truth was far more exhausting. He remembered...

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