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You’re a renowned portrait artist, painting portraits for politicians, celebrities, you name it. Late one night, there’s a knock on your door. A nervous young man stands outside, pale, with elongated canine teeth. He’d like a portrait. Hasn’t seen his own face in over a century.

“They say it’s the silver backing but that’s bullshit.” He didn’t drink any of the tea they set out, but he held the warm mug as though it were a lifeline.

“Really?” They smile softly, sipping at their own mug. It wasn’t every night a vampire knocked at their door and politely requested a portrait, and this poor young man seemed in desperate need of someone to talk to.

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