She pushed the former and it opened. She seemed tense when not playing, he noted, more so than she had during the first two pieces. She used to play violin, you know. A corner could hold the promise of a shelf of dainty crystals, volcanic ices of rainbow colors, or figurines of saints sculpted from horn and bone reenacting their martyrdoms on delicate miniature wooden stages. Montressor’s guests. I shall count it a privilege. Hold your hand for a moment.
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