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My dearest,
London is cold, but not as cold as the crypt where I left the Count’s head grinning at me like a bad joke told too late. I’ve survived castles that whispered, brides who kissed like eternity, and nights that stretched longer than my patience for papyrus. Mina is safe now—though she eyes me strangely, as if I’ve brought something back that isn’t quite me. Please keep the garlic in the windowsill and the lights low; I’ll be home before the next moon forgets its name.
