directed by degenstoic
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"Two wizards with their throats torn out, glimpses of a shadow in the night with a face full of ivory. Of course the guards put two and two together. Unfortunately for the killer, they sent a musician.

My tongue played her fangs like a clavichord. By her breath, only thing she'd ravaged tonight was a cheese shop. The beast wasn't the killer, she was the patsy. Her touch was too soft, claws too clean. That sort of grime don't wash out in rain."

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