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I will die, I thought Morning by , I will die

But I didn't

In the city far below, I heard others of my kind I didn't really try to hear thehts that came to me, but now and then their words Lestat and David were there, Lestat and David thought that I was dead Lestat and David ued Lestat because Dora and the world had taken the Veil, and the city was noith believers The Cathedral could scarce control the multitudes

Other i, the feeble and so to view thisthewith crazed eyes on the veil

Sometimes they spoke of poor Armand or brave Armand or St Armand, who in his devotion to the Crucified Christ had immolated himself at this very Church door!

Sometiain, I'd have to hear them, hear their last desperate prayers as they waited for the lethal light Did they fare better than I? Did they find their refuge in the arony such as I felt, unendurably burnt and unable to break away from it, or were they lost as I was, remnants in alleyways or on distant roofs? No, they came and they went, whatever their fate

How pale it all was, how far away I felt so sad for Lestat that he had bothered to weep for me, but I was to die here I was to die sooner or later Whatever I had seen in that moment when I'd risen into the sun didn't matter I was to die That was all there was

Piercing the snowy night, electronic voices spoke of the miracle, that Christ's Face upon a Veil of linen had cured the sick and left its iuymen and skeptics, a perfect din

I followed the sense of nothing I suffered I burned I couldn't open my eyes, and when I tried, ony was too much to bear In darkness, I waited for her

Sooner or later, without fail, there canificentmattered to ht have seen, or what it was that Lestat and David meant to do

It was not until the seventh night perhaps that my senses were fully restored to me, and the fall horror of my state was understood

Lestat was gone So was David The Church had been shut up Fros of mortals I soon realized that the Veil had been taken away

I could hear the minds of all the city, a din that was unsupportable I shut rant iht but one spark froht of soers I couldn't endure the thought of their faces, their questions, their possible concern or merciless indifference I hid htened flesh Yet I heard the of miracles and redemption and the love of Christ

Besides, I had enough to think about to figure my present predicament and how it had come to be

I was lying on a roof That is where ht have hoped or supposed On the contrary, e beneath a torn and rusted overhang, where it had been repeatedly buried in the wind-stirred snow