And so the day approaches on swift shadowy feet. The irony of Halloween is not lost on me. The one day (or space of 12 hours, I should say) during which I am able to revert to my true form. I will float, the one true face in a sea of masks and deceptions.

With my luck I’ll probably run into Iago at the Anodyne or maybe Liquid Lounge. Hopefully it will be too early for him to be drunk and he won’t challenge me to a duel again. You simply cannot parry an epee AND do shots of Goldschlager at the same time.

And the Fae will surely be out that evening, called by the night. I must be cautious.