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Vladimir couldn't help himself. He reached over and gently petted the young man's long hair with a cold hand. "I wouldn't mind having someone to help keep this place up." he said softly, pulling his hand away. "I'm afraid it's almost falling to pieces." Vladimir ran a hand along one of the kitchen walls as if comforting the castle itself. "This castle was handed down my family line, from my ancestors down to my father and then to me. To have it be in a state of aging now makes me think of what my father would say. I haven't been able to keep up with it...the staff had all died off and I was left to...to..." he trailed off with a slight frown. He had been left to die. Hunters killed his parents, his staff, and he had been left with a silver bullet in his kidney. He pulled it out himself and the wound scarred over.
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