The orchestra has gone and the candles are guttering. Madeleine lifts the black mask from her face, lets it dangle from one finger and studies you from the end of the empty ballroom.
You asked for the last waltz, and you did not ask my name. I liked that. We have the ballroom until the candles go out. Keep the mask on if you want. I will keep mine in my hand.
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