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    It's not every day you wake up with five arms and no eyes, but Ryland Grace stopped having normal days a very long time ago.

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    Philomena Cunk interviews the vampire.

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    20 Apr 2025

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    “Miss Cunk, the story will not take centuries to tell, just that it covers centuries,” Louis says, his face growing very concerned.

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    “Jesus,” I mutter, but I keep eating.

    Louis sucks the blood out of Rashid’s neck as Rashid looks like he’s about to cum. I’m having a decent time watching, but it’s doing something to Daniel psychologically.

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    The living Danny—maybe playing along, or maybe responding genuinely—raised both hands in a show of harmlessness. Like Lancer truly had him at gunpoint.

    Danny Fenton’s wet cold dead body was so heavy in Lancer’s single cradling arm.

    “Who are you?” Lancer asked very simply.

    And Danny, arms still raised high, let out a sigh deep enough to deflate his shoulders. Whatever light was in his eyes went dull, resigned to an acceptance Lancer could not in the moment understand.

    “I am your worst student,” Danny answered. And he lowered one arm exclusively to point. “And THAT is the dead body of my ghost clone.”

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    Alone on the farthest outskirts of Amity Park, Danny Fenton and Edward Lancer bury the dead body of Danny's clone. It is long and tedious work, and Danny can't dodge Lancer's questions forever. Surely it's only fair of Lancer to demand to know what he has been pulled into. Surely Danny could use someone on his side, now that his evenings are spent burying his clones.

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    This is the real world, isn't it?

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    13 Apr 2026

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    Shane and Ilya had mutually agreed to keep their whatever-they’re-doing out of Sochi. It was an easy decision to make: this was bigger than any MLH rivalry and definitely bigger than a few hotel hook-ups. There was no room for distractions, not with Olympic gold on the line.

    So it’d be really fucking great if their daemons could get on the same page and stop trying to cause an international fucking incident.

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    26 Mar 2026

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    He strikes out in a random direction, fingers clenching around nothing in the pockets of his fleece. He can feel his phone in his pocket like it’s a dead weight. Rozanov’s not going to text him back. Shane’s never going to text him again. It’s just—embarrassing, is what it is.

    “God, I’m such an idiot,” he whispers, reaching up and raking a hand through his hair. Ren bumps against the back of his legs with a small, rusty-souding purr. “You know what, I wish you could have dropped my phone in the ocean. Still might do that.”

    Even though that wouldn’t help anything. Even though it wouldn’t take away the sinking feeling in his chest, like he’s lost something he’s been too afraid to name.

    “Fuck,” he mutters with feeling as he turns a random corner. He barely avoids clipping shoulders with a group of German skiers walking the other way. “Shit, sorry,” he says, automatic. One of them waves him off with a smile, taking a polite step to the side to allow Ren to follow in Shane’s steps without brushing against her.

    Except it’s not Evren on his heels when Shane’s eyes fall to her instinctively.

    It’s a snow leopard daemon, yeah, sure, but it’s not his.