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"Are you sure it's him?". The younger man's brow furrowed but his nodding head was grave. "I'm sure Father", he replied. "Medok is here". Father Joseph McGregor sighed as he regarded Eyre Square in Galway. He knew the time would come, but had hoped it wouldn't be here. He wasn't sure he was ready. "So, the usual fee?", Brendan Kelly, his informant asked. "Yes, always the same", the priest said and sat back as the ginger haired man smiled and headed back to the same train station he had come from. It was a crisp but reasonably warm early spring day in Ireland, but it gave the priest little comfort. For thirty years he'd hunted and slain vampires. He'd been hunted too and tonight would see and end. Father McGregor rose slowly and made his way back to his church. The private number rang three times before being answered. That was normal, but nonetheless Father McGregor wasn't in the mood to wait. "Yes?&

"Silently". Now and then a thought occurs. A forgotten memory of someone you knew. More a glimmer perhaps, fleeting and brief. "Silently". Once they were friends, partners, family. Their lives echoed yours, which makes you consider. For those who were will never again. "Silently". There was a wrapping around them, slowly yet menacingly. An insidious cloak of velvet, erasing eternal. "Silently". But the call is remembered, no more or less. A tauntingly sung word, light yet cruel and vile knowledge. That it was the end of all, the sand had run out. "Silently". So if you should ever hear such a dire call. Over the wind perhaps, or in the hubub of life. It is coming for you, there is no escape! "Silently". The word is its method, that's how it creeps up. And that chills the marrow when finally it ends you. For after you hear it, all becomes void. "Silently".

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As the car pulled to a stop Joe Harrington straightened his tie and breathed nervously. Joe was on the brink of a career defining moment if all went well. The concierge who met him was suitably attired for a Halloween event, while still pointedly being polite about it. Invitation approved, the entrance to Beech House was opened. Joe stopped just inside the stately home and marvelled at its Gothic interior. If he'd been able to, he would have sneaked a camera in. He was deliberating using his smart phone before an elderly gentleman approached. "Ah, Lord Huxley!", Joe beamed enigmatically. "Thank you for the invitation!". Lord Huxley regarded Joe keenly before proffering his hand. "Welcome to Beech House", his rich voice opined. "May I present Lady Huxley?". A petite yet very imposing woman smiled thinly at Joe. "Now, please do come to the dining room", Lord Huxley gestured. "It's almost time". Entering the dining room J