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I spent the next several days lying in wait in the old warehouse, in what appeared to be a long-abandoned basement.
Despite the familiar comfort of a cellar, I could not tolerate the gray. The room in which I was obliged to sojourn was gray---impersonal, industrial, mechanistic, hideous gray, from the endless maze of pipes that wove across the low ceiling to the crumbling stones set into the wall to the stained concrete floor. Geometrics, stark, uninspired geometrics; not a flourish of art, not a hint beauty. All was graythe loose hospital garments, the low, rumbling sky, the shadows of the maskgray, gray, gray, and I could not escape from it.
One would assume that an individual in my precarious condition would concern himself with matters of greater importance than the heinous architecture and drab color scheme, yet I was fixated upon it. And by God, I could not abide by it. It was sickening.
For I thirsted for beauty, and yet beauty seemed determined
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No one died.
They were bruised and bloodied, all, particularly the doctor who had been on the receiving end of his wrath, the one who had dared to try to touch the mask. He was sprawled inelegantly on the floor, his throat purple and inflamed from where it had been nearly crushed beneath skeletal fingers. He was silent but alive. They were all alive.
Perhaps that was attributable to his wasted condition. Or perhaps it was simply a miraclethat seemed more likely. He had never let little matters like health stand in the way of his bloodlust. It was a miracle.
I had telephoned the emergency personnel after I was sure he had gone. I needn't have waited to be certain of his departure; he was gone, and I knew it. Exactly where to, I hadn't the faintest idea, but I knew what he sought. Whom he sought.
While I waited with the injured until the paramedics arrived, one of the women, the nurse who had been with him before the crowd's arrival, began to stir. A little
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I remember reading about it in the paper, grudgingly admitting to myself that I harbored a macabre sort of interest in the story, particularly because it had been unearthed so close to where we were living at the time. My father and I read the article together in the big burgundy loveseat that sat by the fireplace. He had likened the finding to a discovery of an Egyptian tomb: just as grand, just as awe-inspiring, just as historically significant.
It was intriguing, certainly, but the corpse had not been that of a majestic pharaoh who had reigned in a universe entirely separate from our own. There were no cartouches to identify the body, no hieroglyphics singing its praises. No gilded sarcophagus. No identification whatsoever. Whoever it was had been found how he had died, according to the article: tossed aside unceremoniously, unburied, unassuming, and utterly unnoticed for over one hundred years.
The newspaper had not provided a photograph of t