[ Two different kinds of magic, meeting like salt water and fresh in the mouth of a river. Twisting together, diluting, becoming something both more and less than they were before. Armand listens to Stephen's heart, his blood, and through the blood to his mind. Not so much coming from outside as rising from within. An inevitable predator. ]
My apologies. [ A very brief pause. ] I lived in Greenwich Village for a time. Perhaps we were neighbours.
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My apologies. [ A very brief pause. ] I lived in Greenwich Village for a time. Perhaps we were neighbours.