The Cult of the Fang (Socrates)



Lord Merek, head of the Vampire House of Paris, crouched on the roof of a house overlooking 12th century Paris; his alabaster brow creased with brooding irritation. In his sensitive ears was a unfamiliar and unexplained high-pitched whine of noise, and in his nostrils a new, exciting, savory scent of blood which came from the same direction as the noise; that direction was the Towers of Notre Dame.

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