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SNOWMAN

They say we inherit the sins of those who came before us, a curse handed down from father to son, generation after generation. But me-I carry my own sin. A deep, insatiable hunger, a craving for blood that never fades.

Until I saw her.

There was something in her eyes, a spark of warmth in all that coldness. I knew I needed her. I wanted her to come outside, to play in the snow with me, to build a snowman. And maybe... just maybe... if we could be like children again, if we could lose ourselves in the frost and cold, she could save me.

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