The following is a translation of the provided text into English, preserving its atmospheric tension and supernatural elements:
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The dawn of Mistmoor Town always carried an eerie sense of ritual. Silver-gray mist surged from the mountain crevices, submerging the cliffside Mistmoor Academy in haze. Avi Carter stood before the wrought-iron gates, her blood-moon pendant burning against her collarbone - this dark crimson crystal, veined like coagulated blood, had been her archaeologist father's final relic mailed from Egyptian ruins three months ago after his team's ambush. The security guard's hunched frame scrutinized her, his rheumy eyes lingering on the pendant as his gnarled fingers tore the registry's edge, as if the patterns were living things.
"Room 304, end of the third-floor corridor." The guard's phlegmy rasp accompanied a rusted key. As he handed it over, Avi glimpsed a silver wolf-claw tattoo flashing beneath his cuff.
The dorm door creaked open to reveal peeling wallpaper exposing brickwork smeared with black moss forming twisted sigils. Before she could unpack, a shriek pierced the mist. Through the window, Avi saw a blonde girl sprawled by the fountain, twin puncture wounds oozing crimson through her white blouse like blooming spider lilies.
"Don't touch the scene." A voice like ice shards in deep water startled her. Ryan West, his student council badge gleaming coldly, stood examining the body. When candlelight cast his shadow on the flagstones, it writhed like dissipating smoke. The pendant seared Avi's skin as Ryan spoke without looking up: "Transfer student Avi Carter? Daughter of the archaeologist who died in Egypt last month?" His silver cufflinks refracted strange light patterns, and she realized his chest never rose with breath.
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Midnight in the library found Avi hunched over her father's journals. Moonlight revealed the pendant's veins matching an illustration in *Medieval Occult Codices* - an ice coffin containing a woman wearing an identical blood-moon pendant, labeled in Latin: *"Vampire Sacred Artifact: Eclipse's Gaze."*
"Your father dug deeper than sand." Ryan materialized upside-down from oak rafters, his black coat billowing bat-like. As his pale fingers brushed the page, candles snuffed out. Stained-glass moonlight crystallized on his lashes when he whispered: "Know why death haunts your dreams? Like... foreseeing your own corpse three days from now when you saw Katherine's body?"
The pendant flared crimson, Latin text squirming into new warnings: *"When moon devours light, the bone gate opens."* Wolves howled beyond shattered windows, each glass shard reflecting infinite moons showing the ice-coffin woman's face.
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Next morning, a silver wolf-claw badge matching the crime scene appeared in Avi's locker. The bulletin board's fresh-inked *"WEREWOLF HYBRID"* warning pulsed with her migraine. When she touched the badge's thorned edges, her fingers stung - not silver, but alchemy-bronze etched with the West family crest.
"Pathetic framing." A red-haired girl materialized, her silver-scarred ears twitching. Kara suddenly gripped Avi's wrist, nostrils flaring: "You reek of rain-soaked birch bark - the stench of wolfblood." As chemical vials shattered, moonlight through broken glass slit Avi's pupils into vertical lines. Kara yanked her through the window.
Wind slapped rotting leaves against Avi's face as they dangled four stories up. Kara's clawed fingers dug into mortar while wolf-howl echoes surrounded them. "Vincent West wants your pendant," she hissed. "That ancient vamp imprisons hybrids in his castle dungeons, bleeding us to feed demon-seeds—"
A silver bullet grazing Kara's ear exploded against stone. Ryan stood atop the clocktower, his ice-blue eyes reptilian slits behind a silver-plated rifle: "Release her, mongrel." The pendant vibrated violently, moonlight revealing vampire slave runes on Kara's collar.
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That night's dreamscape erupted violently - Kara collapsing with a chest wound, Ryan's gun smoking in castle dungeons. Avi awoke screaming as pendant-blood stained her sheets with ice-coffin patterns. Ryan hung bat-like outside her window, tossing a parchment scroll: "Uncle Vincent specializes in memory forgery. Like making you think I'd kill that whelp."
Moonlight illuminated the scroll's final page - the ice-coffin woman opening amber slit-pupiled eyes identical to Avi's. As fog writhed alive, three clocktower booms echoed her father's censored death-tap*"Eclipse's Gaze can awaken Queen Akasha... but requires hybrid's—"*
Scratching claws scored the window. Kara's blood seeped through cracks, coagulating into a warning: *"RUN. HE'S UNDER YOUR BED."