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Faded Celluloid Dreams

Will A. Sanborn

3/23/97

He'd noticed him shortly after entering the diner, watching people as he always did in public places, looking for suitable subjects to capture in his art. He saw him sitting there, alone in the corner of the shabby little establishment, huddled over his meal. His wings drooped wearily behind him, the human-form vampire bat stared listlessly into the empty space before him.

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