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In the mountains of Transylvania there stands a castle. It is the home of Count Dracula and#150; a dark, lonely place, and at night the wolves howl around the walls. In the year 1875 Jonathan Harker comes from England to do business with the Count. But Jonathan does not feel comfortable at Castle Dracula. Strange things happen at night, and very soon, he begins to feel afraid. And he is right to be afraid, because Count Dracula is one of the Un-Dead and#150; a vampire that drinks the blood of living people

cover of Dracula (Oxford Bookworms Library)authors: Bram Stoker, Diane Mowat
asin: 0194232794
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