Have almost finished a short story, in the post rommantic style, about a 19th century female poet and her vampyric patron. A short extract is included below.
"Perhaps, she thought, she was over reacting. Perhaps the Count had forgotten to give her a key. Perhaps the footman really was mute, or could not speak English.
She searched the house again for any other doors, keys or staff, but found only the silent footman.
She decided that she needed more tea, and after that, she decided that she needed to write her swong Song."
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