The Funeral Taste: Hope

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Her expression grim, Segura Maria Pomar approached the entrance to the funeral, the dark-eyed, body-armored kindred guarding the door pausing to inspect her. "Are you a member of the city, ma'am?" he asked politely. She shook her head, replying softly "I am a guest of Prince Essex." He peered at her a moment more. "Go right ahead." Faintly, she

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