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gne tasted
e from our mother's piano lessons. Twenty years gone, and I could still hear him
other appeared at my elbow, her perfu
diculous party. Sixty years old, he said. Time to celebrate
end we weren
e same lie I'd been te
d new money, all mixing together like oil and water. Father held court by the fireplace, his silver
der. "You should mingle
that. What people thought. What people saw.
m notice
. "Don't make a s
what we'd already done? But Thomas didn't like thinking about that night.
t that
rom the entrance hall. I watched Father raise his glass, ready to make some speech
front doo
People kept talking. But I felt it. A change in
d in from t
s black, touched with grey at the temples. He moved slow
into the light
shattered on the marble floor, the sound
rned. Every
e had our father's sharp jawline and our mother's elegant hands. He looked e
oice was quiet but it filled th
raw and terrified. Her champagne flute fell, shattering next
om in three strides, putting himself
Thomas said, his voice hard.
he was studying an insect. "Do
ther is
hen who buried me? Who lit the fire
had stopped playing. A hundred guests sto
e. "Security! Remove
know about the accounts in the Cayman Islands. Not when I know what you did to the Peterson fa
turned grey. "
at, forming puddles on the floor. "I remember. I remember everyt
caught her before she fell, h
whispered. "You're dead. W
Mother. You of all peo
something that made my blood freeze. Something ancient
neath was something else. Something that had crawled
away. They sensed it too.
homas ordered. "T
er to reach the doors. Within minutes, the ballroom emptied. Only o
u want?" Fa
ant what was taken from me. I w
et mine, I saw a flicker of something. Recogniti
e said, "I wan

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