This story takes place in 1893, just after Krill's.

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Dismas crouched in the heavy undergrowth and listened. A mortal would have heard only silence but, for a vampire, there was a symphony of sound. Crickets chirped. Leaves rustled. Things scuttled through the shadows. The world teamed with night life.

Night life like us, he mused, without mirth. It wasn't a joke, but a fact, as true as their impending deaths.

Dismas glanced to his right, ...