Glen Smith's Diary (Page 48)

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Glen Smith's Diary Entry:
The 13th of July I've decided, after all, to record what has happened.
On the 7th I went hunting with my friends. I was caught in mist and separated from my party.
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Glen Smith's Diary Entry:
I mistakenly shot a girl who had bounded out from a bush.
Elizabeth:
Shot…
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Glen Smith's Diary Entry:
I was led into a village where roses bloomed in profusion…where…there lived immortals…
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Glen Smith's Diary Entry:　
An old woman plucked roses
A baron and baroness drank rose broth　　
A young girl smiled
—On a stormy night…a young boy sucked blood from my neck
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Glen Smith's Diary Entry:
The Village of the Poes…! A village of roses, inhabited by vampires…!
A village where an immortal clan lives on and on, forever…!
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On the third day I got back. No one had heard of such a village. I searched…but never found it.
Elizabeth's Narration:
What is this? A tale conjured up by my father, the romanticist?
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Elizabeth's Narration:
A dream? What on Earth is this?
Glen Smith's Diary Entry:
No one will ever believe this story. I can only record it here.
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Glen Smith's Diary Entry:
The 13th of July 1865 Glen Smith