Memory

“Sure,” the young physician replied, and he was just about to nod his
head. Then his eyes halted at the legs of the corpse that’d been reduced to
dust. There was a gap of a fraction of an inch just below the knees. “It
almost looks like . . . You cut him, didn’t you?”

Giving no reply, D squatted down by the dusty remains. Once he was
sure Dr. Tsurugi had gone through the door, the Hunter stretched his left
hand over the dust. “How about it?” he asked.

“Oh, this is a tough one,” a hoarse voice said in reply. “The memory’s
been completely erased from the cells. But then, I guess you already know
this guy wasn’t made to serve any Noble.” Was the voice suggesting, then,
that this vampire had just spontaneously generated?

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