

| The Drunkard Awakens by Jeffrey T. Maslany | ||
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Thud Thud What's that? Ahh my head, it pounds so from the wine and Carnival. Thud Thud No, 'tis something more. My wrists they ache. This insufferable dark. The walls too close. That smell. "Nitre?" Thud Thud What brings me here? "Amontillado." Thud Thud 'Tis my heart- it shall explode from my chest. "MONTRESSOR!" Thud Thud Though my heart beats hard, this sound, it comes from without. Thud, Thud Thud, Thud The sound, it quickens. Of course, these catacombs are not his alone. A reveler heard my moans. Or perhaps days have past whilst I slept. Montressor is a weak man, and friends will have seen us together. He would crack and they would search me out. Thud, Thud Thud, Thud Closer and faster, I hear it above me now. Encouragement, I must give it. "I AM HERE! I AM ALIVE, HURRY!" Thud Thud It slows, they are certain of my safety. Thud A voice, it comes distant through the wall. "That is good, my friend, I was afraid we lost you the other night." "Montressor- " Thud It is naught but another brick set. Thud |
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