The sun sets, and night falls on New Orleans again. You hear bells in the distance tolling the hour, just as they once tolled the first midnight of your Requiem, and you know the truth of your entry into that dance of death.
Does the dance end here, in New Orleans? Will your enemies find you some dark night and take your soul, or will your Requiem play on through the centuries until some night you must hide from the world like John Harley Matheson, your mortal years a blur of memory?
The sun sets, and the shadows lengthen. What further mysteries does this world of darkness hold?
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