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“Zeke?” “Wassup.” “Tell me. What went wrong?” Morgan stood at the foot of the looming castle wall, squinting, looking for the top as solid curtains of rain battered her face. North England was practically like home - cold, rainy, full of freaks that came out at night. Though here they mostly just yelled about soccer… instead of sucking people’s blood. “Well, it all started when you were born…” Morgan waved her hand dismissively. “Ah, forget it. Just send me the final specs so we can get this thing done.” “Alright, sending details… there.” Morgan felt her sat-phone buzz - all the details on the guy she was about to murder were now sitting in her pocket, a neat packet of basic vital details - soon to be completely irrelevant, once she ventilated that guy’s skull. “I got a question.” “Shoot.” Morgan tested her grip on the stone wall - just as she expected. Slick, damp, slimy… exactly how a castle that’s been rained on for several centuries would feel. “I’ve never understood