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Challenge #03578-I289: Creatures of the Night

Yes, we are vampires, that's true, but we do NOT take from the unwilling. No BUTS! Yes I'm aware of our nature, and that we must drink blood. We only take small amounts, enough to survive, and only from WILLING DONORS!

Fortunately, you left them alive. You will IMMEDIATELY treat their injury and we will make restitution. And if you pull this stunt again, I will, PERSONALLY, hand you to the Watch to be stuck in a sun-cage, understand me?? -- Lessons

Some cities never sleep. Some residents of those cities don't sleep either. Not technically. You could call them... dormant... during the daylight hours. Even in a smoke-wreathed warren of streets and hives of buildings like Kluushia, the sun can be painful and even fatal to those... denizens.

It just takes longer when the smoke of so many fires obscures it.

No matter what kind of denizen inhabits a place like this, the birds of a feather flock together. They develop rules. Codes of behaviour. Guidelines to preserve the many, and woe betide the few who break them. Like Venette, who had nearly killed a man in an alley.

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Challenge #03572-I283: A Very Special Remedial Education

A special school. This was built for the families of those who had committed crimes against the very people the "Noble" lords and ladies were supposed to protect. The young, the innocents, the guiltless, all of these were gathered, even if they were almost adults, brought to the school, and taught a new way to live. The lords and ladies that committed the crimes, THEY would face punishment. The rest? They would be given a chance to break that terrible cycle. --

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Challenge #03466-I178: The Rest of the World is Wrong

That push of regret was everything. But it happened, and now things were forever changed... -- Pixels By Kris

The regrets of the past poison the decisions of the here and now. Valiant Stormwight Hallowfine Whitekeep, third of the name, had watched his older brother Purity roll himself in debauchery and excess. There wasn't a girl in all the Earldom that he hadn't sweet-talked into a bedchamber or, in extremis, an alley. And why not? Bastards of the Earl's line were a

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