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rologue
In the days of nonce and yore, back in the small hamlets of the Romanian countryside, hard
working villagers and farmers longed for prosperity and peace. A recent demonic presence
had been dismissed into the ether, and a great time of jollity and feasting commenced. The
inhabitants of medieval Wallachia were again at peace with the order of Nature. No one
expected a hated spirit too rise again from the dust...
One hundred years later, sensitive souls complain of shaking, hallucinations and visions
of terror. Families have become blighted with an unknown pox. Soothsayers have thrown up
their hands in despair and warned that the people have become selfish and corrupt souls.,
the perfect ethereal incubation chamber for the awakening of Dracula from his one
hundred-year sleep. Darkness is about to descend and engulf and region of Eastern Europe
where the legend of the vampire was born.
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