Little William Wallace is dead. While all of Washington weeps for him, all of Manhattan weeps for a body of blood lying abandoned under Oak Hill Cemetery.
But it's a difficult idea to grasp - why should a city of thousands bay for the blood of one family, hundreds of miles away? The scene should be set:
Winter comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb here. The sun glitters prettily off of snow-glazed window boxes and wet cobblestones.
Red-faced children play with hoops and dreidels in the street - their laughter maintains the illusion of peace.
The temper of the once cheerful, bustling city has turned to hostility in the wake of the Emancipation Proclamation.
Not only are local immigrants and storeowners frightened of having their jobs stolen, but vampires once able to thrive off of their blood are being forced out into the open as they flee.
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