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The Stalemate: A Fictional Narrative

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It was a beautiful evening; stars were able to be seen sparkling between the occasional cloud trailing thinly through the night sky. With a frown twisting over her lips Claire left the window she was gazing out of to return to her preparations for the masquerade. If it wasn't required and likely that she would cause a scandal if she refused, Claire simply wouldn't go. It was all just a play for power, the races of men, vampires and werewolves all making a grand show of their supposed peaceful negotiations and acting treaty they were all under. It was all just a disgusting display of hypocrisy and a game. Claire knew full well how the other races viewed her type and she couldn't say she viewed them in any kinder of a light. With a slight huff
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