The Cask of Amontillado

Slayt: 1
Yes, I am Mason!
You're no Mason! Impossible! You don't even know the secret signs.
There was no way Montresor is a part of such a prestigious group. He couldn't possibly belong to a belong to a brotherhood like that.
Slayt: 2
There's a lot of skeletons here. Should I go back? ... No! The Amontillado is waiting for me!
The Amontillado is right through there. I should probably tell Luchesi-
No need for Luchesi! He is an ignoramus. He couldn't tell Amontillado from sherry!
As we walked deeper into the catacombs, I saw a pile of bones covering the wall. I thought it was quite strange, but I was too determined to get to the Amontillado. I will be the first to taste, not Luchesi or Montresor. They are no real expert like me.
Slayt: 3
But my friend, The Amontillado
Yes, The Amontillado
Montresor tricked me! He led me into this dungeon so that he could chain me up and kill me. I cannot believe it took me this long to realize this. The jokes, the wine, the trowel- it's all makes sense. I was too blind by my pride to see.

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