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her bedroom with the remote control and handed it to D.
    In order to keep all kinds of strange visitors from sneaking onto the farm while both Lang children were away, they had to have some way to erect the force field from the outside. Acquired secondhand off a black market in the Capital shortly after their father’s death four years ago, the barrier was their greatest treasure except, of course, for the rare occasions when it broke down. Their losses to the wraiths and rabid beasts that wandered the night were far less than those of other homes on the periphery; to be more exact, their losses were practically nonexistent. But the purchase came with a price. After they bought it, they were left with less than a third of their father’s life savings.
    “How are you gonna fight him?” Doris inquired. It was a question that sprung from the Hunter blood flowing in her veins. The fighting techniques of Vampire Hunters, who were rare even out on the Frontier, were rumored to be gruesome and magnificent, but almost no one had ever witnessed them firsthand. Doris herself had only heard of them in tales. And the youth before her now was completely different from the rustic Hunter image conjured up by those stories.
    “You should see for yourself, and I wish I could let you, but I need you to go to sleep.”
    “What—?”
    The youth’s right hand touched Doris’ right shoulder, which was taut with swells of muscle while still retaining some delicacy. Whatever the technique or power he now employed, as soon as Doris noticed the frightening cold charge coursing through her body from her shoulder she lost consciousness. But just before she did, she glimpsed something eerie in the palm of D’s left hand, or at least she believed she did. She thought she saw something small, of a color and shape she couldn’t discern, but whatever it was it clearly had eyes and a nose and a mouth, like some sort of grotesque face.
    Apparently confident in the efficacy of his actions, D didn’t even bother to check if Doris was actually unconscious before leaving the room with his sword over his shoulder. The reason he’d put her to sleep was to prevent her from interfering in the battle that was about to begin. No matter how firm their resolve, anyone who’d felt the vampire’s kiss once could not help but heed the demon’s commands. Many were the Hunters who had been shot from behind or had their hearts pierced by the very women they sought to save from cursed fangs. To guard against that, veterans would give the victims a sedative or confine them in portable iron cages. But the extraordinary skill D had just displayed with his left hand would have been viewed by even the most veteran of Hunters as impossible in all but dreams cast by the Fair Folk.
    Once out in the hall, D opened the door to Dan’s room. The boy snored away peacefully, oblivious to the deadly duel about to ensue. Quietly shutting the door, D slipped through the front hall and down the porch steps onto the pitch-black earth. No trace of the midday heat remained now. The green grass swayed in a chilled and pleasant night breeze.
    It was around September. It was to the great credit of the Revolutionary Army that they hadn’t destroyed the dozen weather controllers buried beneath the seven continents. If not by day then at least by night the most comfortable levels of heat and humidity for both the Nobility and humans were maintained all year round. There were, however, still the occasional violent thunderstorms or blizzards, written into the controller’s programs by some uniformity-hating Nobles to recreate the unpredictable seasons of yore.
    With a graceful stride that was a dance with the breeze, D passed through a gate in the fence and went another ten feet before coming to a stop. Before long there came from the depths of the darkness, from the far reaches of the plain, the sound of horse hooves and wagon wheels approaching. Could it be that D had heard them even as