|
She guides him into one pathway after another, all of them blurring into one long
gasp of potential discovery until they reach a doorway. |
"What is behind the door?" |
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"Open it and find out... I'll wait out here." |
| Suddenly, the magnitude of the moment comes crashing down on Carlos. |
She fades into the darkness of the walls and he turns to the door. |
The knob turns easily and the door pushes into a dimly lighted room. |
|
Before stepping in, Carlos turns around one more time and checks to make sure that
the girl is still back there. He sees the robe in the shadows but knows somehow that she
is gone for now. He walks in. |
|
Rows of books and weapons on the walls. |
| A work table and an ancient portrait. Someone he vaguely recognizes. |
| Machine gun, draped in leaves and rust. |
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Golden armor, broken and discolored. |
| And the portrait. the war colors, the eyes, the smile... |
|
Suddenly, last night's dream rushes into Carlos' mind for an instant. |
| He walks out of the room, the taste of forgotten memory still heavy
on the tip of his tongue. |
