Fortunato's Cask of Amontillado

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Ah, the carnival season. One of the most beloved times of the year. Days consist of sunshine, wine, and bells of excitement. Parties until dawn and music galore. Most look forward to these moments, but not I. Not anymore. I must not. I can not.

Fifty years ago today, I died during this adored season. This mockery of a wonder filled time. Once again the day comes. The day of which people celebrate their liveliness and joy, oblivious to the pain of the world. My pain.

A beautiful, carnival evening it was when he walked up to me. Dressed was I in my tight-fitting parti-striped ensemble, accompanied by a conical bell adorned hat. Further he ascended toward me.

He approached, excessively warm, and exclaimed with a smile, "My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met. How remarkably well you are looking to-day! But I have received a pipe of what passes for Amontillado, and I have my doubts."

Amontillado! There was no conceivable way that what Montresor had spoken could be true!

"How?" I requested. "Amontillado? A pipe? Impossible? And in the middle of the carnival?"

"I have my doubts," ...

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