pakai bc @.oChaconne

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ㅤ Into this endless night comes a young British soldier, “blond, blue-eyed, heavy-muscled,” on furlough from his regiment, and on bicycle. He’s touring the countryside on this modern contraption, “pure reason applied to motion,” as Carter puts it. The soldier is entirely innocent and unknowing, a virgin even, with “power in potentia.” You know this guy, you’ve met him. You’d like to hate him for his good nature, his indefatigable optimism even in the face of the world’s horrors, but you can’t. Tom Holland could play this character in his sleep. These days, on the Internet, we call them golden retrievers, but I like Carter’s alignment with the bicycle. He’s a human bicycle. He’s entirely wholesome. The soldier stops to rest in the abandoned village beneath the Countess’s castle and, like many a doomed young man before him, is ushered to the vampire’s lair by her mute governess.

VOL 16. Ares Zephyrhills, Side Chara.