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==Description==
Drip. Drip.
Delightful crimson creeps from the wound, and you cannot help but drink.
Drip. Drip.
You can no longer contain yourself among the mortals, for the symphony of their heartbeat alone sends you into a frenzy.
Drip. Drip.
The Red Queen calls from her throne of bone and flesh. She desires you. She praises you. She encourages you.
Drip. Drip.
The moon glows in rubyand vermillion, and the feast has only begun.
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