Drug Of The Vampire: Chapter 3: Getting In To It, But Still A long Way Off From The End

Carlsberg was a huge city. To the common man it was a jumble of wood and stone, with no rhyme or reason in it's construction.

But to the more open mind it was a beautiful showcase of architecture. It's parks were immaculate and well tended. And it was regarded throughout the land as the forefront of cultural and academic studies.

The main streets were pristine, and it prided itself on it's sheer enormous choice of retail outlets, museums and galleries.

On the flip side the cities small winding alleyways held secrets. Admittedly not all of them good. Crime was up in the city, with street mugging the number one fashion of the day.

But to wander the safer parts of town, on a warm spring morning such as this, it made you feel alive and yet a part of this living breathing, stone being.

Dr Carl Von Haelstrom was a tall, rakish man. He cut quite a figure in his half cape and top hat. He was a man of stature in the community, known for his superior knowledge on matters of the strange, and his innate understanding and compassion for the common man.

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