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You remember now—you remember everything: your life, your death, your Embrace—no, that's not right at all…the scent of blood, oblivion flooding over your senses like a cool wave, and an entirely unfamiliar set of eyes staring back as the gift of un-death takes you. Dead eyes glazing over as they watch you rise.

The disturbing image of your past is replaced by a more comforting one, your sire hovering over you as she brought you back from the brink. You remember the smile on her blood-smeared face, light from above casting a radiant halo around her head. In that singular moment, her Nosferatu disfigurements didn't matter. She was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen, and you knew with unerring certainty that each night of your continued agelessness was a gift she had seen fit to bestow upon you.

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"This inhospitable land of ice and snow ill-suits me—my waking hours are plagued by chill reception, in climate as well as the demeanor of my Camarilla hosts. Prince Arundel risked much by opening his city to me, and until such night as the terror Ur-Shulgi releases his grip on precious Alamut, I shall remain indebted to the Ottawa Ventrue for their grudging hospitality. The rise of the Black Shepherd has resulted in unsettling new alliances I would once have believed unthinkable."—Kashif Salik, Banu Haqim Vizier

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