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The
entire
dome
was
splashed
with
blood
,
he
could
see
clotted
bits
of
hair
but
nothing
else
thank
God
he
could
see
nothing
else
,
and
still
he
thought
he
would
be
sick
because
he
could
hear
the
hammerblows
still
falling
,
could
hear
them
through
the
glass
just
as
he
could
hear
the
phrases
of
"
The
Blue
Danube
.
"
But
the
sounds
were
no
longer
the
mechanical
tink
-
tink
-
tink
noises
of
a
mechanical
hammer
striking
a
mechanical
head
,
but
the
soft
and
squashy
thudding
sounds
of
a
real
hammer
slicing
down
and
whacking
into
a
spongy
,
muddy
ruin
.
A
ruin
that
once
had
been
-
"
UNMASK
!
"
(
-
the
Red
Death
held
sway
over
all
!
)
With
a
miserable
,
rising
scream
,
he
turned
away
from
the
clock
,
his
hands
outstretched
,
his
feet
stumbling
against
one
another
like
wooden
blocks
as
he
begged
them
to
stop
,
to
take
him
,
Danny
,
Wendy
,
to
take
the
whole
world
if
they
wanted
it
,
but
only
to
stop
and
leave
him
a
little
sanity
,
a
little
light
.
The
ballroom
was
empty
.
The
chairs
with
their
spindly
legs
were
upended
on
tables
covered
with
plastic
dust
drops
.
The
red
rug
with
its
golden
tracings
was
back
on
the
dance
floor
,
protecting
the
polished
hardwood
surface
.
The
bandstand
was
deserted
except
for
a
disassembled
microphone
stand
and
a
dusty
guitar
leaning
stringless
against
the
wall
.
Cold
morning
light
,
winterlight
,
fell
languidly
through
the
high
windows
.
His
head
was
still
reeling
,
he
still
felt
drunk
,
but
when
he
turned
back
to
the
mantelpiece
,
his
drink
was
gone
.
There
were
only
the
ivory
elephants
…
and
the
clock
.
He
stumbled
back
across
the
cold
,
shadowy
lobby
and
through
the
dining
room
.
His
foot
hooked
around
a
table
leg
and
he
fell
full
-
length
,
upsetting
the
table
with
a
clatter
.
He
struck
his
nose
hard
on
the
floor
and
it
began
to
bleed
.
He
got
up
,
snufing
back
blood
and
wiping
his
nose
with
the
back
of
his
hand
.
He
crossed
to
the
Colorado
Lounge
and
shoved
through
the
batwing
doors
,
making
them
fly
back
and
bang
into
the
walls
.
