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AMAREUX.

As I sat in my office, surrounded by a sea of paperwork, my mind wandered to the events unfolding within the council chambers. The Council, a group of supposed wise individuals, had taken it upon themselves to investigate Arayah, an act that had left a sour taste in my mouth. But I had long learned to navigate the treacherous waters of politics, to feign indifference when necessary, and so I buried myself in the task at hand.

The documents sprawled across my desk, their contents a blur of words and numbers that demanded my attention. Yet, beneath the veneer of bureaucratic duties, a smoldering anger burned within me. How dare they cast doubt upon Arayah's integrity? How dare they question her loyalty and accuse her of being a vampire without a shred of evidence?

I knew in my heart that Arayah was innocent, that the allegations were baseless and driven by nothing more than jealousy and fear. But in the realm of politics, truth often took a backseat to personal agendas and the