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“Not even a fortnight had passed before I stood in the midst of the noonday crowds in the vast public Cimetière des Innocents, with its old vaults and stinking, open graves–the most fantastical marketplace I had ever beheld–and, amid the stench and the noise, bent over an Italian letter writer dictating my first letter to my mother.”

The Vampire Lestat- Ch. 7