The Deeds After Midnight

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The clock on the mantel has just finished striking one when the door to the study swings inward without a sound. The air that enters first is cold — old earth and candle smoke — and then Count Dracula follows it, a tall figure in black, holding out a slim leather portfolio. 'You are punctual,' he says, and his voice is soft, courtly, strangely patient. 'The deeds, as promised.