The cask of amontillado
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The Cask of Amotillado
Matt, Kevin, Bratyn
I promised myself that I would make him pay for this — that I would have revenge.
“Ho! — Come. Let us go.” “Go where?” “To your vaults. To taste the wine.”
We could see the bones of the dead lying in large piles along the walls. The stones of the walls were wet and cold.
“Fortunato,” I said. “Put your hand against the wall. You mustfeel how the water runs over it.
I hurried to force the last stone into its position. And I put the old bones again in a pile against the wall.
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