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The phone cuts off and I rush over to my the broken floorboard under my bed. I remove it and, sure enough, my manuscripts are missing. Just when I was planning on getting rid of them, they had to be found!
I slam my hand against the bed frame and curse. Against myself, I leave the servant’s quarters and walk in the direction of the main hall. My photo. He means the portrait of Beatrice, the Golden Witch.
When I reach the hall, nobody is there. Still, I move around as quietly as I can in front of Beatrice's portrait. If I really had her magic, I could turn into a golden butterfly and slip through the cracks into Rokkenjima's storm, away from this family conference and the dark night of October fourth. But, of course, magic doesn't exist except in the minds of children and in the darkness of men. The rest is parlor tricks and lies.
I hear footsteps above me. By the time I turn my head, there's a high pitched scream heading towards me from the second floor. Someone had fallen off the balcony directly above me!
I fall to the ground and shield my head with my hands, waiting for an impact. None comes. I open one eye. I see a pair of brown leather shoes dangling above me. Their wearer also adorned a white suit. For just a moment, it looks as if they are gracefully floating in the air above me. This is another lie.
A cursory glance reveals that the body is not floating. It is hanging. Very specifically, the body of Battler is hanging from a rope connected to railing on the second floor.
I pick myself up from the carpeted floor. My conscious brain realizes that there's no point in trying to cut Battler down. I comprehend completely that he snapped his neck when he fell, as revealed by the awkward position of his head. I understand that there's nothing I can do to help him.
My comprehension of the situation, however, doesn't stop me from rushing to his corpse and trying to raise him up. I can only grab his legs, though, and this task proves too difficult for me. I can only fall back to the floor and sob. His skin looks pail and his eyes look red and puffy from crying. Looking down his arm, I spot something in his left hand.
I pry open his fingers and grab the object inside. It's a simple, white handkerchief. Why would Battler be holding something like this?
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