VII
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Her mask reflected the shadows of the
flickering candle. It was too early to tell
how this was all going to play out, but
she kept telling me that there was nothing
to fear. It was the inspiration of the
resurrection that had drawn us all
together: dark cloaks, masks, memories...
The password at the door could be
heard echoing through the halls of the
house. There weren't many of us there
yet, but within twenty minutes or so, the
rooms filled up with bodies, like a
sinking ship fills up with water...
It was before all the candles were lit and
all the pages were opened that she had
moved in quietly beside me and asked if
I had come alone. I had lost my friend
somewhere on the freeway and my cell
phone didn't really get reception this far
up in the hills but I thought that he would
clunsily wonder in through the hall,
hooded, stumbling about.
I was wrong...
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