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Nothing has changed since Konstantin's last stay inside the forest house. The man drew attention to the packages piled in the corner and filled with empty packages and metal cans, barbarically opened, with sharp, uneven edges. He saw a bed neatly made with a yellowish-stained, dirty blanket, a pillow drying on a stool by the fireplace. All this spoke of the presence of man.

Outside the walls of the hut, measured, unhurried steps and heavy breathing were heard.

Drawing water from the well, Lily drained more than half. For the past two days, her strength had been leaving her at a monstrous rate, and the girl had to stop twice and take a breath in order to carry the bucket to the hut.

The door of the house was flung open. In fright, the girl unclenched her fingers, and the metal container with a dull sound fell on the damp ground, covered with a layer of foliage.

Lily paid no attention to the cold water dousing her boots. Moisture seeped in through the lacing holes.

The vampire took a st