New Estra, Two Hundred and Fifty Years Before Talen opened the farmhouse to find it full of vampires, all of whom rose to their feet as he entered. Unlike the feral, wild ones outside, these were fully dressed, disheveled rather than filthy, and moved to intercept him, ordering him out of the house, and pushing him back, mistaking his travel and blood-stained clothing. When he pushed back against their hold, he found them strong, not weak like those outside. “What is going on here?” He demanded of them through his teeth. “Where is Sigrid?” That surprised them, and they released him, stepping backwards as they re-evaluated him, drawing together. “Well?” He snarled. “I have ridden all this way on word that I was needed, and I find this!” He threw his arm towards the open door and the shrieking and snarling vampires in the dark. “What has happened here?” “They are…” One of the vampires spoke. “Well, they are the wild ones, the ones that didn’t work, but didn’t die… They’re high on dead
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