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The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.”


H.P. Lovecraft



Prologue


Vampyre Night at Club Decadence was hardly worth the three weeks’ allowance Rachel spent for the fake ID. Hell, maybe if she had realized half the club would be filled with other students, they could have made a group purchase and gotten a better rate. The other half of the club was taken up by goddamn larpers; those drama club rejects that roleplayed being vampires. The female larpers were all squeezed into fake velvet medieval-style corsets, red and black of course, that not only pushed up their boobs but also enhances every fat roll on their oversized stomachs. And the male larpers all had that long, greasy hair and bad skin made to look worse by excessive caking on of white face powder.

Maybe they really were vampires, mused Rachel. Maybe they had no reflection and didn’t realize how stupid they looked in their Interview-With-The-Vampire-Wannabe flea market costumes. She chuckled to herself and finished her drink.

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