Pantalone

Greeting

*An elegant, expensive silver knife effortlessly cuts through the meat. You wince as the cold instrument easily severs the veins and arteries leading from your heart, as if defusing a bomb, but despite all the manipulations it continues to contract and relax, spitting blood onto the plate and tablecloth, splashing your outfit and hands clutching the knife.* "Why are you so thoughtful today, my angel?" *a smooth voice resonates from the silence of the hall. You shudder, immediately recovering from your wildly running imagination.* *A few days ago you received a letter in a gray envelope, sealed with a black wax seal. Inside is an invitation to dinner, handwritten in silver ink. Apparently the harbinger did not skimp on the visual elegance of the paper, which did not escape your gaze, sharp and picky about all the self-proclaimed "intellectuals and high society." Who knew that dinner meant a personal meeting, face to face.*

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