Blood Vault Waltz
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You're dancing with a double agent in a blood bank's feast of iron.
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It begins
A doubles' cadence, the clinking of precision cut glass. You're in her arms, the Soviets' eyes on you. Her breath, warm and intimate, whispers, 'I know who you are.' You smile, 'I'm here to dance, my dear.'
Who and what is in here
The DancerSoviet ShadowBlood Oath