The echo of footsteps could be heard approaching from the distant darkness. Slow. Deliberate. Careful. His laughter replaced the footsteps, stopping while still hidden in the hallway's shadows.
"The curtain rises on the doomed party. Perhaps they should turn back while they're still alive."
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Date: 2011-01-21 06:11 am (UTC)"The curtain rises on the doomed party. Perhaps they should turn back while they're still alive."