Anne Rice - v1, Lasher

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Unformatted text preview: r, one of the many Ashlars, a saint, a king, the vengeful ghost, a mere human-! The dark made noises back to me. The bed trembled. I thought of that verse again . . . the flesh that isn't human. "Have you come to trouble me or content me?" I asked. "Die in peace, Julien," he said. "I would have given you my secrets the first day I came with you to this house. I told you then that such a place could draw you out of eternity, that it was as the castles of old. Remember its patterns, Julien, its graceful battlements. And through the mist you will see them, distinct. But you would not have my lessons then. Will you have them now? I know you. You are alive. You didn't want to hear about death." "I don't think you know about death," I said. "I think you know about wanting, and haunting, and living! But not death." I got out of bed. I cranked up the Victrola just to drive the thing away from me. "Yes, I want to come back," I whispered. "I want to come back. I want to remain...
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