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We all turned toward the stairs and my heart skipped a beat. The man from my dream stood at the top in the exact same pose as the vision, complete with cane. The darkening foyer meant the upper half of his face was still shrouded in shadows, but I couldn’t miss those glowing eyes. One white and one yellow.
“We have quite a crowd,” the man mused in a deep, reverberating voice. He walked down the steps and his cane clacked against every other one. I noticed he limped a little on his left side, though the effect was so slight I almost missed it. He reached the bottom and paused as he looked up at the chandeliers above our heads. “A little light, I think.” He snapped his fingers and the electric lights flicked on.
For the first time I could see his full face, and the truth about
