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research lately and I thought you'd want to hear this," he said. "Pinky, this is Bran MacCulloch. He's–"
    "Wait, MacCulloch? Are you serious?" she said, turning towards me.
    "You've heard of my clan?" I asked.
    "I don't know anything about clans, but I know your name. It's been driving me crazy for weeks now. This is too much of a coincidence. Please, come in. Maybe you can help me make sense of this."
    We followed Pinky into the house and down the steps into an outdated office. There were boxes with a strange symbol on them stacked along one of the walls, and piles of paper were haphazardly scattered everywhere.
    Pinky went behind the desk and rolled the chair out of her way as she reached for a smaller stack of paper on the center of the desk. She motioned for us to sit on the long couch, then pulled over a box and set the stack on top of it before looking at me again.
    "I'm sorry, Bran," she said. "I've been so focused on this lately that I seem to have lost my manners. I don't even know why you're here. Rafael doesn't usually bring strange men to see me."
    "I wanted you to hear his story, Pinky," Rafael said. "I've never heard anything like it before."
    "My research can definitely wait. If you'd like to tell me, I'd love to hear your story, Bran. I can tell you're not from around here."
    "Well, I don't know that my story is very special to be honest," I said. "The only thing that anyone might find fascinating is how long I've lived."
    Pinky's face changed. Her eyes narrowed and she bit her bottom lip. I wondered if she could read minds or if my hint was too obvious.
    "Go on," she said. "I'm sure Rafael has already told you about Leeds Point. About how it's a magnet for anything paranormal and always has been."
    "I told him that's what you believe, yes," Rafael said.
    "He's always trying to start something with me," she said, rolling her eyes. "Just because I can't prove it doesn't mean it's not true. Look at how many shifters we have here, and that's on top of the ghosts, witches, and who knows what else. Please tell me you're a vampire, Bran. I've been dying to meet one."
    "They can be the death of you, you know," I said as she rolled her eyes. "But no, I am just another shifter."
    "How old are you?" she asked.
    "I've lost count, but I believe I'm around four hundred and fifty years old."
    "You're immortal?" she gasped, her eyes widening as she grabbed her stack of paper. "That's brilliant! I can't believe I didn't think of it."
    Her stack of paper was broken in three parts with a different color paperclip holding each part together. Each file looked identical as she moved them into place.
    "I've been doing a census of all the people who have lived in Leeds Point," she said. "Honestly, I have no idea how my father gets some of this information. Anyway, I have these three files that don't make sense to me."
    She picked up the first one and held it up.
    "We don't have the original records anymore, but what we do have shows a MacCulloch arrived here in the late 1700s," she said. She put down the stack and picked up the other two. "Then we have him arriving again in the early 1900s. I had just come across this file when my father gave me a new one last week. MacCulloch is back."
    "I'm sure MacCulloch isn't that odd of a name," I said.
    "Probably not, but what are the chances that each of these has the same names on it? It's been driving me crazy. I thought maybe there was an error somewhere, but if you're immortal, then maybe there are others with your name who are, too."
    I nodded slowly as I wondered who from my clan had come all the way to this small state. "Can I ask what his name is?"
    "Sure," she said as she put the files back on top of each other. "His name is Callen MacCulloch."
    "Hmm, I was hoping it was familiar. I didn't know it as a child, but I come from a clan of immortals. I left them long ago though and haven't run into another since. It could just be a strange coincidence."
    Even as I said the words,