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Joel McIlroy looked at his packed boxes through harsh morning sunlight. The folding camera reminded him to take photos of his trip to send to his friends.
He said goodbye to them last night. His companions couldn’t help pack the trailer or see him off this morning.
He put on his sunglasses and got to work loading the truck.
Being cured of vampirism meant he was a “daywalker” for the first time in seventy years.
An hour later he was listening to John Denver’s “Leaving on a Jet Plane” as he left the House of Graves for a new life.

