MARSHALL’S POV
With a gentle gesture, Graham ushered me into his ancient abode, a dwelling that exuded an aura heavy with the weight of his wisdom. The air seemed to carry the echoes of countless stories and accumulated knowledge, beckoning me deeper into his world. As we crossed the threshold, the door creaked as if acknowledging the centuries it had faithfully guarded this repository of vampire lore.
We traversed the dimly lit corridors, adorned with tapestries that depicted scenes of shadowed figures, whispered secrets, and the eternal dance between darkness and light. Finally, we arrived at Graham's special chamber—a sanctuary meticulously curated over the passage of time, where the very essence of vampire lore had been lovingly preserved. The flickering candlelight cast a mesmerizin
