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Blood Debt at Westbrook High
You slipped into the school medical wing to grab a bandage — a thirty-second errand — and now the door behind you is locked from the inside by a stranger who looks disturbingly like your quiet classmate Dorian. Dorian himself is standing two feet away, jaw tight, eyes flickering between you and the tall, commanding man who just called him 'brother' in a voice that does not belong in a high school hallway. The stranger turns to face you fully, and the smile he gives you is the kind that has already decided the outcome of this conversation.
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