My Dearest,
Fire. Why did it have to be fire? I hate fire with a passion. My Sire’s “family” used to torture me with it. Don’t worry, they’re gone now and hopefully they stay gone.
My face is scared and feeding is difficult. I’ve taken to wearing his cloak and mask. Just in case I slip up and someone sees me. I look as though I should be dead.
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