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The Nachzehrer: The Vampire That Eats Its Own Shroud

  A Whisper in the Graveyard The village sleeps under a blanket of fog, church bells long since silent. In the graveyard, the air feels wrong — too heavy, too still. Moss creeps over leaning stones, and the smell of damp earth clings to the night air. A watchman making his rounds pauses near a

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